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THRENODY.
So, when night for his eyes grew bright, his proud head
pillowed on Shakespeare's breast,
Hand in hand with him, soon to stand where shine the
glories that death loves best,
Passed the light of his face from sight, and sank
sublimely to radiant rest.
II.
voiceless praise,
Shines for ever the name that never shall feel the shade
of the changeful days
Fall and chill the delight that still sees winter's light on
it shine like May's.
Strong as death is the dark day's breath whose blast has
withered the life we see
Here where light is the child of night, and less than
visions or dreams are we:
Strong as death; but a word, a breath, a dream is
stronger than death can be.
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