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Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping,

Haply, of lovers none ever will know, Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping Years ago.

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He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, Heart handfast in heart as they stood,

restless

Night and day.

The dense hard passage is blind and stifled

That crawls by a track none turn to climb

"Look thither,"

Did he whisper? "look forth from the flowers to the sea:

For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms wither,

And men that love lightly may die

but we?

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When as they that are free now of weep- Welling water's winsome word,

ing and laughter

We shall sleep.

Here death may deal not again for ever; Here change may come not till all change end.

From the graves they have made they shall rise up never,

Who have left nought living to ravage and rend.

Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing,

Wind in warm wan weather.

One thing yet there is, that none
Hearing ere its chime be done
Knows not well the sweetest one
Heard of man beneath the sun,

Hoped in heaven hereafter;
Soft and strong and loud and light,
Very sound of very light.
Heard from morning's rosiest height,
When the soul of all delight

Fills a child's clear laughter.

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He who stands now on death's triumphal Sleep's heavy measure, they from head steep,

Awakened out of life wherein we sleep And dream of what he knows and sees, being dead.

But never death for him was dark or dread:

"Look forth," he bade the soul, and fear not. Weep,

All ye that trust not in his truth, and keep

Vain memory's vision of a vanished head

to feet

Were moveless, looking through their dead black years,

By vain regret scrawled over the blank wall.

Like sculptured effigies they might be

seen

Upon their marriage-tomb, the sword between;

Each wishing for the sword that severs all.

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