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/ Now when wan winter sunsets be / Canary-colored down the sky; / When nights are starless utterly, / And sleeted winds cut moaning by, / One's memory keeps one company, / And conscience puts his "when" and "why."
/ Such inquisition, when alone, / Wakes superstition in the head, / A Gorgon face of hueless stone / With staring eyes to terror wed, / Stamped on her brow God's words, "Unknown! / Behind the dead, behind the dead."
/ And, oh! that weariness of soul / That leans upon our dead, the clod / And air have taken as a whole / Through some mysterious period: -- / Life! with thy questions of control: / Death! with thy unguessed laws of God.