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/ I. No more for him, where hills look down, / Shall Morning crown / Her rainy brow with blossom bands! -- / The Morning Hours, whose rosy hands / Drop wildflowers of the breaking skies / Upon the sod 'neath which he lies. -- / No more for him! No more! No more!
/ II. No more for him, where waters sleep, / Shall Evening heap / The long gold of the perfect days! / The Eventide, whose warm hand lays / Great poppies of the afterglow / Upon the turf he rests below. -- / No more for him! No more! no more!