AS at thy portals also death,
Entering thy sovereign, dim, illimitable grounds,
To memories of my mother, to the divine blending, maternity,
To her, buried and gone, yet buried not, gone not from me,
(I see again the calm benignant face fresh and beautiful still,
I sit by the form in the coffin,
I kiss and kiss convulsively again the sweet old lips, the cheeks, the closed eyes in the
To her, the ideal woman, practical, spiritual, of all of earth, life, love, to me the
I grave a monumental line, before I go, amid these songs,
And set a tombstone here.
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