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ONE AND MANY.
He is dead with whom we spake;
Ere the latest war cloud brake,
Vanished, with the smile he wore
When we parted evermore.
Ere the latest war cloud brake,
Vanished, with the smile he wore
When we parted evermore.
As a star that leaves its place
Fills the heavens with passing grace,
Did he set our hearts aglow,
Loving loath to see him go.
Fills the heavens with passing grace,
Did he set our hearts aglow,
Loving loath to see him go.
Where he was, a shadow rests,
Veiling void in aching breasts:
He but heeds the immortal rule,
Lifted to the Beautiful!
Veiling void in aching breasts:
He but heeds the immortal rule,
Lifted to the Beautiful!
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