Thomas Bailey Aldrich (Томас Бейли Олдрич)

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I vex me not with brooding on the years
  That were ere I drew breath; why should I then
   Distrust the darkness that may fall again
   When life is done? Perchance in other spheres—
Dead planets—I once tasted mortal tears,
   And walked as now among a throng of men,
   Pondering things that lay beyond my ken,
   Questioning death, and solacing my fears.
Offtimes indeed strange sense I have of this,
   Vague memories that hold me with a spell,
   Touches of unseen lips upon my brow,
Breathing some incommunicable bliss!
   In years foregone, O soul, was all not well?
Still lovelier life awaits thee. Fear not thou!

1. The Undiscovered Country
2. Sweetheart, Sigh No More
3. Hesperides
4. Like Crusoe, Walking by the Lonely Strand
5. At the Funeral of a Minor Poet

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