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Rh Worldwide liberty's lifelong lover, Lover no less of the strength of song, Sea-king, swordsman, hater of wrong, Over thy dust that the dust shall cover Comes my song as a bird to hover, Borne of its will as of wings along.

Cherished of thee were this brief song's brothers Now that follows them, cherishing thee. Over the tides and the tideless sea Soft as a smile of the earth our mother's Flies it faster than all those others, First of the troop at thy tomb to be.

Memories of Greece and the mountain's hollow Guarded alone of thy loyal sword Hold thy name for our hearts in ward: Yet more fain are our hearts to follow One way now with the southward swallow Back to the grave of the man their lord.

Heart of hearts, art thou moved not, hearing Surely, if hearts of the dead may hear, Whose true heart it is now draws near? Surely the sense of it thrills thee, cheering Darkness and death with the news now nearing Shelley, Trelawny rejoins thee here.