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TO ONE BEYOND DEATH'S PORTALS by ROBERT CARY

First Line: IF YOU WHO LOVED SO WELL THE SONNET-FORM
Last Line: GRIEF'S MANUSCRIPT TO MUSIC'S LINGERING BAR.
Subject(s): DEATH; MUSIC & MUSICIANS; DEAD, THE;
If you who loved so well the sonnet-form
Have borne that love beyond this tragic sphere
Where friendships, even our own, must disappear
Like a day's splendors thwarted by a storm,
Or as shorn roseleaves still with dewdrops warm
On June's fond breast, or as a rainbowed tear,
Or thought-miraged more darkly seen than clear,
Or clovers vanished with the honeyed swarm.
If you, I say, dear Cousin-Friend, may hold
Beyond the silver shadows of a star
Communion still with happy days and old
Companionships -- then, though you seem afar,
I shall hear once more your violin, and fold
Grief's manuscript to music's lingering bar.



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