Resurrection

L ET'S shake wild music from gray belfry chimes—
And dance with ghosts and tread our youth anew:
Kissing awake old passion with young rhymes
Until it lives again a whole night through.

Let's crown these sadder days, these colder nights
With gold until they also flame and flare
(As once) and let us load with wine and lights
Our frugal table—there is room to spare.

Let's sing ourselves awake! There's no surprise
In sleep. Of us, of us shall it be said:—
They spoke truth once—but all the rest was lies,
Lived for a hour—then for all time were dead.
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