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 'Death—yea,' quoth she, 'there is not said or heard So oft aloud on earth so sure a word. Death, and again death, and for each that saith Ten tongues chime answer to the sound of death. Good end God send us ever—so men pray. But I—this end God send me, would I say, To die not of division and a heart Rent or with sword of severance cloven apart, But only when thou diest and only where thou art, O thou my soul and spirit and breath to me, O light, life, love! yea, let this only be, That dying I may praise God who gave me thee, Let hap what will thereafter.' So that day They communed, even till even was worn away, Nor aught they said seemed strange or sad to say, But sweet as night's dim dawn to weariness. Nor loved they life or love for death's sake less, Nor feared they death for love's or life's sake more And on the sounding soft funereal shore They, watching till the day should wholly die, Saw the far sea sweep to the far grey sky, Saw the long sands sweep to the long grey sea. And night made one sweet mist of moor and lea, And only far off shore the foam gave light. And life in them sank silent as the night.