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Long, long, long the trail / Through the brooding forest-gloom, / Down the shadowy, lonely vale / Into silence, like a room / Where the light of life has fled, / And the jealous curtains close / Round the passionless repose / Of the silent dead.
Plod, plod, plod away, / Step by step in mouldering moss; / Thick branches bar the day / Over languid streams that cross / Softly, slowly, with a sound / Like a smothered weeping, / In their aimless creeping / Through enchanted ground.