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THE SINGER'S TOMB.
If, on a summer day ye pass beside
The shore look up, where from the cliff descend
Two streams which run a little side by side,
Then part and later in the sea have end;
There lies the singer, where the streams diverge;
He sings not now, nor hears the murmuring surge.
The shore look up, where from the cliff descend
Two streams which run a little side by side,
Then part and later in the sea have end;
There lies the singer, where the streams diverge;
He sings not now, nor hears the murmuring surge.
One love had he who gave no love to him;
He sang, and no man listened to his song;
He sends this message from his silence dim,
“I left life sadly though it did me wrong,
Dying unloved, too young:” and for his name,
Ye will not find it in the books of fame.
He sang, and no man listened to his song;
He sends this message from his silence dim,
“I left life sadly though it did me wrong,
Dying unloved, too young:” and for his name,
Ye will not find it in the books of fame.
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