I
That time is dead for ever, child!
Drowned, frozen, dead for ever!
We look on the past
And stare aghast
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Of hopes which thou and I beguiled
To death on life's dark river.
II
The stream we gazed on then rolled by;
Its waves are unreturning;
But we yet stand10
In a lone land,
Like tombs to mark the memory
Of hopes and fears, which fade and flee
In the light of life's dim morning.