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Many an eye May wail the dimming of our shining star. .

A glorious voice hath ceased!— Mournfully, reverently—the funeral chant Breathe reverently!—There is a dreamy sound, A hollow murmur of the dying year, In the deep woods:—Let it be wild and sad! A more Æolian melancholy tone Than ever wail'd o'er bright things perishing! For that is passing from the darken'd land,