So sad, so strange, the days that are no more. 15
‘Dear as remembered kisses after death,
And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned
On lips that are for others; deep as love,
Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;
O Death in Life, the days that are no more.’ 20
Alfred Tennyson.
CCC
SONNET.
Rise, said the Master, come unto the feast:
She heard the call and rose with willing feet;