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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep, / And shall my soul that lies within your hand / Remember nothing, as the blowing sand / Forgets the palm where long blue shadows creep / When winds along the darkened desert sweep? / Or would it still remember, tho' it spanned / A thousand heavens, while the planets fanned / The vacant ether with their voices deep? / Soul of my soul, no word shall be forgot, / Nor yet alone, beloved, shall we see / The desolation of extinguished suns, / Nor fear the void wherethro' our planet runs, / For still together shall we go and not / Fare forth alone to front eternity.