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 "Have you wholly forgotten the words you said, When you stood by a certain mound of earth, When you vowed with your heart that that place you made  The last burial place for your love and your mirth, For the pure past blisses you therein laid  Were surely your whole life's worth?— O, the angels who deck the lone graves with their tears Have cared for this, morning and evening, for years,  But of yours there has been long dearth:

"In the pure pale sheen of a hallowed night, When the graves are looking their holiest, You may see it more glistering and more bright  And holier-looking than all the rest; You may see that the dews and the stars' strange light  Are loving that grave the best; But, perhaps, if you went in the clear noon-day, After so many years you might scarce find the way  Ere you tired indeed of the quest: