The Field Where I Died…

At times I almost dream—
I too have spent a life the Sages’ way,
And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance
I perish’d in an arrogant self-reliance
An age ago; and in that act, a prayer
For one more chance went up so earnest,so
Instinct with better light let in by Death,
That life was blotted out-not so completely
But scatter’d wrecks enough remain to wake
Dim memories; as now, when once more seems
The goal in sight again.

– From “Paracelsus” by Robert Browning



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