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Though we fare ill that love thee, and that live, And know, whate'er the days wherein we dwell May give us, thee again they will not give?
 * how should not such as thou fare well,

Peace, rest, and sleep are all we know of death, And all we dream of comfort: yet for thee, Whose breath of life was bright and strenuous breath, We think the change is other than we see.

The seal of sleep set on thine eyes to-day Surely can seal not up the keen swift light That lit them once for ever. Night can slay None save the children of the womb of night.