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/ Hush! She is dead! Tread gently as the light / Foots dim the weary room. Thou shalt behold. / Look: -- In death's ermine pomp of awful white, / Pale passion of pulseless slumber virgin cold: / Bold, beautiful youth proud as heroic Might -- / Death! and how death hath made it vastly old.
/ Old earth she is now: energy of birth / Glad wings hath fledged and tried them suddenly; / The eyes that held have freed their narrow mirth; / Their sparks of spirit, which made this to be, / Shine fixed in rarer jewels not of earth, / Far Fairylands beyond some silent sea.