What Mourners See

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(Written in Admiration for Lord Tennyson)

 

All things are dust and only dust,

And dust is made of things that turn to dust,

As all things must, like hearts with feathered wings

 

They cannot be what dust is not,

Nor more than love can be

 

A thing they lower into dust

But only mourners see.