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One after another the white clouds are fleeting;
Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating
Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
Death waits at the door.
In the dark we must lie.
Hark! death is calling
The jaw is falling,
The red cheek paling,
The strong limbs failing;
Ice with the warm blood mixing; The eyeballs fixing.
Nine times goes the passing bell: Ye merry souls, farewell.
The old earth
Had a birth,
As all men know,
And the old earth must die.
And the blue wave beat the shore;
For even and morn
Ye will never see
All things were born.
Ye will come never more, For all things must die.
LOW-FLOWING breezes are roaming the broad valley dimm'd in the gloaming: Thro' the black-stemm'd pines only the far river shines.
Creeping thro' blossomy rushes and bowers of rose-blowing bushes,
Down by the poplar tall rivulets babble and fall.
Barketh the shepherd-dog cheerly; the grasshopper carolleth clearly;
Deeply the wood-dove coos; shrilly the owlet halloos;
Winds creep; dews fall chilly: in her first sleep earth breathes stilly: Over the pools in the burn water-gnats murmur and mourn.
Sadly the far kine loweth: the glimmering water outfloweth :
Twin peaks shadow'd with pine slope to the dark hyaline.
Low-throned Hesper is stayed between the two peaks; but the Naiad Throbbing in mild unrest holds him beneath in her breast.
The ancient poetess singeth, that Hesperus all things bringeth, Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me my love, Rosalind.
Thou comest morning or even; she cometh not morning or even. False-eyed Hesper, unkind, where is my sweet Rosalind?
OF A SECOND-RATE SENSITIVE MIND.
O GOD! my God! have mercy now.
In this extremest misery