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 "Dear Love, perchance, may not be dead, Only sleeping," some one said.

Ah! death is very beautiful, Solemn, pure, and calm, As in a shadowy cloister cool, A holy chanted psalm, After some fierce battle-cry In the windy glare hard by, Singing, "We are saved from evil, From the wandering waves' upheaval, Folded far from very death, Wherein the spirit withereth."