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To have known him, to have loved him / After loneness long; / And then to be estranged in life, / And neither in the wrong; / And now for death to set his seal- / Ease me, a little ease, my song!
By wintry hills his hermit-mound / The sheeted snow-drifts drape, / And houseless there the snow-bird flits / Beneath the fir-trees' crape: / Glazed now with ice the cloistral vine / That hid the shyest grape.