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Rh Of brightest brow Still think as they did, Why haunt with them now Your candle is hid?

Towards the river A pealing swells: They cost me a quiver— Those prayerful bells! How go to God, Who can reprove With so heavy a rod As your swift remove!

The chorded keys Wait all in a row, And the bellows wheeze As long ago. And the psalter lingers, And organist's chair; But where are your fingers That once wagged there?

Shall I then seek That desert place This or next week, And those tracks trace That fill me with cark And cloy; nowhere Being movement or mark Of you now there!