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/ Why come ye here to sigh that I, / Who with crossed wrists so peaceless lie / Before ye, am at rest, at rest! / For that the pistons of my blood / No more in this machinery thud? / And on these eyes, that once were blest / With magnetism of fire, are prest / Thin, damp, pale eyelids for a sheath, / Whereon the bony claw of Death / Hath set his coins of unseen lead, / Stamped with the image of his head?
/ Why come ye here to weep for one, / Who is forgotten when he's gone / From ye and burthened with this rest / Your God hath given him! unsought / Of any prayers, whiles yet he wrought, -- / And with what sacrifices bought! / Low, sweet communion mouth to mouth / Of thoughts that dewed eternal drought / Of Life's bald barrenness, -- a jest, / An irony hath grown confessed / When he's at rest! when he's at rest!