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Old warder of these buried bones, / And answering now my random stroke / With fruitful cloud and living smoke, / Dark yew, that graspest at the stones
And dippest toward the dreamless head, / To thee too comes the golden hour / When flower is feeling after flower; / But Sorrow -- fixt upon the dead,