Now I have died, I shall return again
Untroubled, with my senses calm and clear;
My body washed of sorrow, cool as rain,
I shall return though perilous spring be here.
The house shall not appall me though it speak,
Though the white pear tree tremble at my side,
And blue-eyed myrtle stir against my cheek;
Oblivious I shall smile-now I have died.
I shall be suave as dew, candid as light,
Contented with the hour when cowslips start,
Adopt with easy span the thrush’s flight
And lie in fields undarkened by the heart.
One terror lives: if I should meet a lost
And gentle child, my long forgotten ghost.
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