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Arthur Henry Adams - Epitaph.Arthur Henry Adams - Epitaph.
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The Earth Speaks: HUSH! he drowses, drowses deep, While my quiet arms I keep Close about him in his sleep. Once he glanced at me aghast, Shuddered from my kiss, and passed But I hold him here at last. He had frenzied thoughts of fame, Piteous strivings for a name But I called him, and he came. Called him with the mother-call That shall on the weary fall, Whispering "Home" to all, to all. Fair white skin he looked upon; Eyes in his with passion shone; But my patient love has won. There was one he deemed to wed; But he faltered, came instead To my narrow bridal bed. Vehement his veins and wild Now a dreaming, glad-eyed child To my kisses reconciled. Tender heart and turbulent, I and he together pent In an aeon of content! Heaven holds for him no prize: Stirless, nested here he lies In his narrow Paradise. When his trump God`s Angel blows, When he shudders, wakens, knows, I shall hold him close, so close! He will feel life`s aching pain, Turn his lips to me, and then Sink to dreamless sleep again. So for aye my love I keep Here upon my breast asleep Hush! . . .he drowses . . .drowses . . .deep.
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