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Forevermore
A sad refrain I heard, from poet sad,Which on my soul with deadening weight did fall;
But quick another word, which made me glad,
Did from the heavens above me seem to call.
The first was Nevermore: which, like a knell,
Struck on my ear with dull, funereal sound;
The last was Evermore; which like a bell,
In waves of music filled the air around.
Forevermore with loved and lost to be,
No more to suffer change, nor grief, nor pain,
From partings sad to be forever free,—
Such was that sweet bell's music; its refrain
Blended with voices from the heavenly shore,
Each whispering to my heart Forevermore.
Poem No. 18; c. 24 November 1871
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