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The Dead
By Richard Henry Stoddard (18251903)
I
I dream of them at night:
They seem to stand beside my chair,
Clad in the clothes they used to wear,
And by my bed in white.
The lightest words they said,
Revive in me, and give me pain,
And make me wish them back again,
Or wish that I were dead.
Were they alive once more;
Would kiss their cheeks, and kiss their hair,
And love them, like the angels there,
Upon the silent shore.