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“Deeper than the hail can smite,
Deeper than the frost can bite,
Deep asleep thro' day and night,
Our delight.

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“Now thy sleep no pang can break,
No tomorrow bid thee wake,
Not our sobs who sit and ache
For thy sake.
“Is it dark or light below?
Oh but is it cold like snow?
Dost thou feel the green things grow
Fast or slow?
“Is it warm or cold beneath,
Oh but is it cold like death?
Cold like death, without a breath,
Cold like death?”