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to one now silenced quite,

Sent out of hearing, out of sight,—

My friend of friends, whom I shall miss.

He is not banished, though, for this,—

Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.

Though I shall walk with him no more,

A low voice sounds upon the shore.

He must not watch my resting-place

But who shall drive a mournful face

From the sad winds about my door?

I shall not hear his voice complain,

But who shall stop the patient rain?

His tears must not disturb my heart,

But who shall change the years, and part

The world from every thought of pain?