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III. "Or wouldst thou look upon the Lords of Song?— O'er the dark mirror that immortal throng    Shall waft a solemn gleam! Passing with lighted eyes and radiant brows, Under the foliage of green laurel-boughs,     But silent as a dream."

IV. "Not these, O mighty Master!—Though their lays Be unto man's free heart, and tears, and praise,    Hallowed for evermore! And not the buried conquerors!—Let them sleep, And let the flowery earth her sabbaths keep     In joy, from shore to shore!

V. "But, if the narrow-house may be so moved, Call the bright shadows of the most beloved,    Back from their couch of rest! That I may learn if their meek eyes be filled With peace; if human love hath ever stilled     The yearning human breast."

VI. "Away, fond youth!—An idle quest is thine: These have no trophy, no memorial shrine;    I know not of their place!