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 But there has been soul-sundering, Wailing, and sad wondering; For graves grow fat with plundering The gone, for ever gone!

We see great eagles soaring, We hear deep oceans roaring, And sparkling fountains pouring On, for ever on. As lofty ones were soaring, As sonorous voices roaring, And as sparkling wits were pouring On, for ever on;— But, pinions have been shedding, And voiceless darkness spreading, Since a measure Death's been treading O'er the gone, for ever gone!

Every thing is sundering, Every one is wondering, And this huge globe goes thundering On, for ever on. But, 'mid this weary sundering, Heart-breaking and sad wondering,