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 My old affection of the tomb, A part of stillness, yearns to speak; 'Arise, and get thee forth and seek A friendship for the years to come.

I watch thee from the quiet shore; Thy spirit up to mine can reach; But in dear words of human speech We two communicate no more.'

And I 'Can clouds of nature stain The starry clearness of the free? How is it? Canst thou feel for me Some painless sympathy with pain?'

And lightly does the whisper fall; ''Tis hard for thee to fathom this; I triumph in conclusive bliss, And that serene result of all.'

So hold I commerce with the dead; Or so methinks the dead would say; Or so shall grief with symbols play, And pining life be fancy-fed.