To J. D. H.
(Killed at Surrey C. H., October, 1866.) . . . . . Dear friend, forgive a wild lament Insanely following thy flight. I would not cumber thine ascent Nor drag thee back into the night; But the great sea-winds sigh with me, The fair-faced stars seem wrinkled, old, And I would that I might lie with thee There in the grave so cold, so cold! Grave walls are thick, I cannot see thee, And the round skies are far and steep; A-wild to quaff some cup of Lethe, Pain is proud and scorns to weep. My heart breaks if it cling about thee, And still breaks, if far from thine. O drear, drear death, to live without thee, O sad life - to keep thee mine.
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