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Whispering, while the stern sad knell On the air's bright stillness fell; —"From the power of chill and change Souls to sever and estrange; From love's wane—a death in life But to watch—a mortal strife; From the secret fevers known To the burning heart alone, Thou art fled—afar, away— Where these blights no more have sway! Bright one! oh! there well may be Comfort 'midst our tears for thee!"