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66 We may now chide the soldier's iron heel

That stamps relentlessly upon thy grave;

But ah, thy living heart did often feel

More heavy griefs from which we could not save.

And thou, whose theme was ever passionate love,

Whose lyre e'er sounded with a sad complain

Of unrequited sympathies, that wove

Thy dearest happiness with thy deepest pain,

Art sleeping now where not a flower may spring,

A leaf may quiver, or a wild bird sing.

FOREBODING.

and more by daily sorrow

Is the bright veil drawn aside,

That was wont the sad to-morrow

From the fair to-day to hide.

More and more with wild emotion

Is my spirit tossed and torn;

While upon life's troubled ocean

Fearful, shadowy shapes are borne.

In the future's dim uncertain,

Gathering clouds obscure the light,

Hanging like a sable curtain

Over all that once was bright.

Murmurs in my soul keep sighing

Like the tempest's rising tone,

Into solemn silence dying,

With a low bewailing moan.