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Past Love.
I STROVE to put Love's memory away.
Knowing him dead I shuddered at his wraith ;
There should come none like Love : I fled from

Faith,
Who to my darkness falsely promised day :
I fled from Memory, and free at last
Struggled and laughed and wantoned in despair.
When, lo ! the soul of him I fled in fear
Shone as a star unsetting down the past.
Ever through stirless night the star shines still ;
I would not have the light of day again.
The calm pure peace of night is not so ill
That I would change it for the sudden pain
Of clear strong day where loves and striving are.
I gaze long down the past at dead Love's star.
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Injustice.
ONE said : Thy heart is very fain for peace ;
The storm and stress of life oppress thee sore :
Is sleep so sweet ? then strive and work the more,
Since sleep grows nearer with thy life's increase.
Be brave and strong in this thy day of life,
Since sleep shall come at last to pay for thi^:
Deep sleep wherein no thought of misery is.
Wherein thou shalt remember not thy strife.
I said : O fool, thou knowest that the night
Is welcome for the thought of coming day
With strong hope re-awakened and fresh strength ;
And dawn is sweet because the distant length
Of day within our memory still doth stay :
Truly I sleep, but who dare say 'tis right ?



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A Creed.
GONE are the days of first unknowingness
When men saw not themselves, knowing not
the world :
Now Reason blindly with swift wings unfurled
Seeking false visions, seeketh Life the less.
