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In the silence of my chamber, / When the night is still and deep, / And the drowsy heave of ocean / Mutters in its charmed sleep,
Oft I hear the angel-voices / That have thrilled me long ago, -- / Voices of my lost companions, / Lying deep beneath the snow.