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Rh sweeps by, attended by an immense train, All emblematic of peace—not a soldier or menial
 * among them.



sweeps by, old, with black eyes, and profuse
 * white hair,

He has the simple magnificence of health and
 * strength,

His face strikes as with flashes of lightning whoever
 * it turns toward.



old men slowly pass, followed by three others,
 * and they by three others,

They are beautiful—the one in the middle of each
 * group holds his companions by the hand,

As they walk, they give out perfume wherever they
 * walk.



sit, or move to and fro—some old, some
 * young,

The young are beautiful—but the old are more
 * beautiful than the young.



weeping face is that looking from the window? Why does it stream those sorrowful tears? Is it for some burial place, vast and dry? Is it to wet the soil of graves?