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Neil Powell's Was and Is shortlisted for the East Anglian Book Awards
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Spheral Change

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

In this new shade of Death, the show
   Passes me still of form and face;
Some bent, some gazing as they go,
   Some swiftly, some at a dull pace,
   Not one that speaks in any case.

If only one might speak! - the one
   Who never waits till I come near;
But always seated all alone
   As listening to the sunken air,
   Is gone before I come to her.

O dearest! while we lived and died
   A living death in every day,
Some hours we still were side by side,
   When where I was you too might stay
   And rest and need not go away.

O nearest, furthest! Can there be
   At length some hard-earned heart-won home,
Where, - exile changed for sanctuary, -
   Our lot may fill indeed its sum,
   And you may wait and I may come?
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