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[I hear the hum of earth, alive and merry]
I hear the hum of earth, alive and merryI hear the dashing of the restless wave;
I hear a slow bell ringing where they bury;
I hear a small bird singing by a grave;
I hear the steady tramp of Time; I hear
My own blood pulsing in my pillow'd ear.
I hear no sound at all, afar or near.
I hear a river of enchantment flowing
Out of the stars, and round the dim world going.
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