Updated May 6, 2020 |
Infoplease Staff
XII
As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, —
Become so wondrous dear,
As for the lost we grapple,
Though all the rest are here, —
In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!
We estimate our prize,
Vast, in its fading ratio,
To our penurious eyes!
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