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SCENE XV.
The Vacant Study.Through the door the voice of Amy.
Amy.
Out of the dungeon comes the captive's cry,
Whose no man knoweth, nor shall ever know.
The cry! the cry! out of the sealèd cell
That no man may look into, comes a cry!
Whose no man knoweth, nor shall ever know.
The cry! the cry! out of the sealèd cell
That no man may look into, comes a cry!
Up thro' the dumb sod of a churchyard green,
One of the undistinguishable dead
Below the many many graves complains.
One of the undistinguishable dead
Below the many many graves complains.
The Beloved and Unbeloved are lying there,
The stifling earth on them. The cry is dull,
Whose no man knoweth, nor shall ever know.
The stifling earth on them. The cry is dull,
Whose no man knoweth, nor shall ever know.
Thy cry, thy feeble cry, my little babe!
All the long day and all the weary night!
I bend me down over the sealèd cell,
And strain my ears against the sodden grave,
And weep and know not, nor shall ever know.
All the long day and all the weary night!
I bend me down over the sealèd cell,
And strain my ears against the sodden grave,
And weep and know not, nor shall ever know.
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