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sometimes in a dead man's face, To those that watch it more and more, A likeness hardly seen before Comes out—to some one of his race:

So, dearest, now thy brows are cold, I see thee what thou art, and know Thy likeness to the wise below, Thy kindred with the great of old.

But there is more than I can see, And what I see I leave unsaid, Nor speak it, knowing Death has made His darkness beautiful with thee.