Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow,
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancelled woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanished sight.
On the highest point of the bare opposite ridge, now curtained in driving storm-cloud, towered in gigantic aloofness a mass of quartzite blackened and hardened by uncountable agesFlat, white stones lay about like tombstones with no name, no date, no word of hope, fit for the nameless, dateless dead, beasts and men, who had gone into the silence of annihilation.
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night.
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