As by the dead we love to sit,
Become so wondrous dear —
As for the lost we grapple
Tho’ all the rest are here —

In broken mathematics
We estimate our prize
Vast — in its fading ration
To our penurious eyes!

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2 Comments

  1. Mifty says:

    It is not “fading ration,” it is “fading ratio.” Goes with “mathematics,” see?

  2. wendy says:

    we do ,for the dead we might know or not we sit we sit

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