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For human tears are lava-drops, That scorch and wither as they flow; Then let them flow for those who live, And not for those who sleep below.

Oh, weep for those whose silver chain Has long been loosed, and yet live on— The doomed to drink of life's dark wave, Whose golden bowl has long been gone! Ay, weep for those, the wearied, worn, Dragged downward by some earthly tie, By some vain hope, some vainer love, Who loathe to live, yet fear to die.