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Rh  "What boots it? Shall his fevered eye Through towering nothingness descry The grisly phantom hurry by?

"And hear dumb shrieks that fill the air; See mouths that gape, and eyes that stare And redden in the dusky glare?

"The meadows breathing amber light, The darkness toppling from the height, The feathery train of granite Night?

"Shall he, grown gray among his peers, Through the thick curtain of his tears Catch glimpses of his earlier years,

"And hear the sounds he knew of yore, Old shufflings on the sanded floor, Old knuckles tapping at the door?