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/ Such days as break the wild bird's heart; / Such days as kill it and its songs; / A death which knows a sweeter part / Of days to which such death belongs.
/ And now old eyes are filled with tears, / As with the rain the frozen flowers; / Time moves so slowly one but fears / The burthen on his wasted powers.
/ And so he stopped; -- and thou art dead! / And that is found which once was feared: -- / A farewell to thy gray, gray head, / A goodnight to thy goodly beard!