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For the last time, maybe, upon the knoll

I stand. The eve is golden, languid, sad. …

Day like a tragic actor plays his rôle

To the last whispered word, and falls gold-clad.

I, too, take leave of all I ever had.

They shall not say I went with heavy heart:

Heavy I am, but soon I shall be free;

I love them all, but O I now depart

A little sadly, strangely, fearfully,

As one who goes to try a Mystery.

The bell is sounding down in Dedham Vale:

Be still, O bell! too often standing here

When all the air was tremulous, fine, and pale,

Thy golden note so calm, so still, so clear,

Out of my stony heart has struck a tear.

And now tears are not mine. I have release

From all the former and the later pain;

Like the mid-sea I rock in boundless peace,

Soothed by the charity of the deep sea rain. …

Calm rain! Calm sea! Calm found, long sought in vain.

O bronzen pines, evening of gold and blue,

Steep mellow slope, brimmed twilit pools below,

Hushed trees, still vale dissolving in the dew,

Farewell! Farewell! There is no more to do.

We have been happy. Happy now I go.