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CANTO III. And then she died on him she could not save.

Their tomb was simple, and without a bust,

And held within their urn one mind—one heart—one dust.N15

LXVII.

But these are deeds which should not pass away,

And names that must not wither, though the Earth

Forgets her empires with a just decay,

The enslavers and the enslaved—their death and birth;

The high, the mountain-majesty of Worth

Should be—and shall, survivor of its woe,

And from its immortality, look forth

In the sun's face, like yonder Alpine snow,N16

Imperishably pure beyond all things below.

LXVIII.

Lake Leman woos me with its crystal face,

The mirror where the stars and mountains view

The stillness of their aspect in each trace

Its clear depth yields of their far height and hue:

There is too much of Man here, to look through

With a fit mind the might which I behold;