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Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges -- / They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges. / Song of the Dead in the South -- in the sun by their skeleton horses, / Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust / of the sear river-courses.
Song of the Dead in the East -- in the heat-rotted jungle hollows, / Where the dog-ape barks in the kloof -- / in the brake of the buffalo-wallows. / Song of the Dead in the West -- / in the Barrens, the waste that betrayed them, / Where the wolverene tumbles their packs / from the camp and the grave-mound they made them; / Hear now the Song of the Dead!