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I died to-day, and yet upon my eyes / A glamour of the gorgeous summer green / Still wavers, and my brain has kept a keen, / Sweet bird-song. Glad with light, the summer skies / Are sapphire, and a purple shadow lies / Across the hills -- no change is on the scene / Since happy yesterday. Ah! can it mean / The body lives when stricken spirit dies?
The blow has fallen, yet I can recall / The first of days when this dead heart drew breath -- / A wondrous moon-flower waking of a heart.