REMEMBRANCE
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The sky was like a waterdrop In shadow of a thorn, Clear, tranquil, beautiful, Dark, forlorn.
Lightning along its margin ran; A rumour of the sea Rose in profundity and sank Into infinity.
Lofty and few the elms, the stars In the vast boughs most bright; I stood a dreamer in a dream In the unstirring night.
Not wonder, worship, not even peace Seemed in my heart to be: Only the memory of one, Of all most dead to me.