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I called you through the silent night / Across the brooding deep, / I sought you in the shadowland / From out the world -- asleep; / No answer echoed to my call, / And now my way I thread / About the lowly mounds that rise / Among the silent dead.
Though voiceless, you will hear my call, / Your soul will heed my cry, / Will rise, and mock the prison where / Your bones recumbent lie.