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How fares it with the happy dead? / For here the man is more and more; / But he forgets the days before / God shut the doorways of his head.
The days have vanish'd, tone and tint, / And yet perhaps the hoarding sense / Gives out at times (he knows not whence) / A little flash, a mystic hint;