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, from thy rigour a voice appealed, And men still hear what the sweet cry saith, Crying aloud in thine ears fast sealed, Death.

As a voice in a vision that vanisheth, Through the grave's gate barred and the portal steeled The sound of the wail of it travelleth.

Wailing aloud from a heart unhealed, It woke response of melodious breath From lips now too by thy kiss congealed, Death