Lines
That time is dead for ever, child!Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!We look on the pastAnd stare aghastAt the spectres wailing, pale and ghast,Of hopes which thou and I beguiledTo death on life's dark river.
The stream we gazed on then rolled by;Its waves are unreturning;But we yet standIn a lone land,Like tombs to mark the memoryOf hopes and fears, which fade and fleeIn the light of life's dim morning.
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