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 And I shall tell to death, what in my heart Of Hamlet's nature I became aware, When by a swarm of sorrows I was riven:

—Naught from me hast thou power to rend apart: For in this world my body hath no share, And to the next my spirit has been given. 



, from whom death his life hath taken away Hath suffered naught, for it was ne'er his own: Who keeps his spirit's strength concealed, unknown, His whole life long in death's dominion lay.

But before death I like a spring shall stay, Whence unto rivers potency hath flown; Dread obstacles that in its course are sown, Hold it not back,—o'er lands and towns its sway

It casts around with undiminished might: And when the hour of my last breath is near, To gaze upon my end I shall not fear.

I shall dissolve, and many a stainless tear Shall be aquiver in that deathless light With whose array my spirit is bedight. 