Parthenope To Ulysses.

O king! what is the quest that evermore
    Foredooms thy feet to roam, yet blinds thine eyes?
    Why seek ye still for life's imperfect prize,
Or turn thy weary sail from shore to shore,
When here thou layest aside the ills of yore
    To calm thy soul with dreams? Let it suffice--
    This heart-sick burden of the worldly-wise--
That ye have borne it and the task is o'er,
Here see the world fade like a spark of fire,
    While all thy restless ways grow full of peace,
And wear the fittest crown for them that tire
    Their souls with life's unraveled mysteries,--
Above the old red roses of desire
    The languid lotus of desire's surcease!

Charles Hamilton Musgrove

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The Newly Dead.

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