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Oh! many-toned and chainless wind! Thou art a wanderer free; Tell me if thou its place canst find, Far over mount and sea?— And the wind murmur'd in reply, "The blue deep I have cross'd, And met its barks and billows high,   But not what thou hast lost."

Ye clouds that gorgeously repose Around the setting sun, Answer! have ye a home for those Whose earthly race is run? The bright clouds answered—"We depart,   We vanish from the sky; Ask what is deathless in thy heart.    For that which cannot die."