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Higginson and Bigelow, comps.  American Sonnets.  1891.
 
Incarnation
By Thomas Stephens Collier (1842–1893)
 
IF I must lie asleep with Death at last,—
  Death, that stern monarch of supreme desire,
  Who, when he sees aught that would fain aspire
To better things, sends his swift-chilling blast,
And lo, a silence on its hope is cast,        5
  And only embers mark where once was fire,—
  I pray that fate will build my funeral pyre
Amid some mighty ruin of the past.
There let me sleep, where centuries ago
  Was love, and mirth, and kisses sweet as wine,        10
    And blooms whose ashes have a fragrant breath;
For then, perchance, my soul will commune know
  With one who saw the primal sunlight shine
    Before the world had known the cold of death.
 
 
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