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 "If all be dark, vague voice," I said, "These things are wrapt in doubt and dread, Nor canst thou show the dead are dead.

"The sap dries up: the plant declines. A deeper tale my heart divines. Know I not Death? the outward signs?

"I found him when my years were few; A shadow on the graves I knew, And darkness in the village yew.

"From grave to grave the shadow crept: In her still place the morning wept: Touch'd by his feet the daisy slept.

"The simple senses crown'd his head: 'Omega! thou art Lord,' they said, 'We find no motion in the dead.'