Questionings.
Now when wan winter sunsets be Canary-colored down the sky; When nights are starless utterly, And sleeted winds cut moaning by, One's memory keeps one company, And conscience puts his "when" and "why." Such inquisition, when alone, Wakes superstition in the head, A Gorgon face of hueless stone With staring eyes to terror wed, Stamped on her brow God's words, "Unknown! Behind the dead, behind the dead." And, oh! that weariness of soul That leans upon our dead, the clod And air have taken as a whole Through some mysterious period:-- Life! with thy questions of control: Death! with thy unguessed laws of God.
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