And where is truth? On tombs? for such to thee
Has been my heart-and thy dead memory
Has lain from childhood, many a changeful year,
Unchangingly preserved and buried there.
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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
by William Ellery LeonardBlue are the twilight heavens above the hill,
A yellow half-moon's high within the blue,
And rosy May-night clouds are soft and still,
And all the world beside is shut from view.
The plum-trees, ...