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Rh Perchance some bird will pause its flight Upon the funeral cypress height, Warbling the absence of the light,
 * As sorrowing for its loss;

Or takes leave of the day's bright power, From the high window of the tower, Or skims, where dark the cupolas lower,
 * On the gigantic cross.

With eyes immersed in tears, around I watch it silent from the ground, Until it startled flies the sound
 * The harsh bolts creaking gave;

A funeral smile salutes me dread, The only dweller with the dead, Lends me a hard and rough hand, led
 * To ope another grave.

Pardon, O God! the worldly thought,
 * Nor mark it midst my prayer;

Grant it to pass, with evil fraught, As die the river's murmurings brought
 * Upon the breezy air.

Why does a worldly image rise
 * As if my prayer to stain?