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The House of Life. Sonnet 96. Life the Beloved
As thy friend's face, with shadow of soul o'erspread, Somewhile unto thy sight perchance hath been Ghastly and strange, yet never so is seen In thought, but to all fortunate favor wed; As thy love's death-bound features never dead To memory's glass return, but contravene Frail fugitive days, and alway keep, I ween, Than all new life a livelier lovelihead:-- So Life herself, thy spirit's friend and love, Even still as Spring's authentic harbinger Glows with fresh hours for hope to glorify; Though pale she lay when in the winter grove Her funeral flowers were snow-flakes shed on her And the red wings of frost-fire rent the sky.
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