IV.

Above or Love—Hope—Hate—or Fear,

It lives all passionless and pure:

An age shall fleet like earthly year;

Its years as moments shall endure.

Away—away—without a wing,

O'er all—through all—its thought shall fly,

A nameless and eternal thing,

Forgetting what it was to die.

Seaham, 1815.

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