290. Wherein His Foolish Heart Is Forced Cruelly to Recall the Date of Her Death -
WHEREIN HIS FOOLISH HEART IS FORCED CRUELLY TO RECALL THE DATE OF HER DEATH
My mind turns with her: always she is there,
Whence Lethe could not blot her loveliness,
Such as I saw her first in the first stress
Of spring, with spring's pure spirit all aware:
So still I see her, still with that coy air,
Withdrawn into herself from the world's press:
I cry, " She, she it is! Ambassadress
From Death to Life! O speak to my despair! "
Now she makes answer, now her mouth is mute —
Upstarting from my revery, my heart speaks:
" Recall, poor self-deluding wretch bereft,
April's sixth day, the first hour's bitter fruit,
Year thirteen forty eight " — O words like beaks! —
" When that celestial soul her body left! "
My mind turns with her: always she is there,
Whence Lethe could not blot her loveliness,
Such as I saw her first in the first stress
Of spring, with spring's pure spirit all aware:
So still I see her, still with that coy air,
Withdrawn into herself from the world's press:
I cry, " She, she it is! Ambassadress
From Death to Life! O speak to my despair! "
Now she makes answer, now her mouth is mute —
Upstarting from my revery, my heart speaks:
" Recall, poor self-deluding wretch bereft,
April's sixth day, the first hour's bitter fruit,
Year thirteen forty eight " — O words like beaks! —
" When that celestial soul her body left! "
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