Dead! Where the solar glows

Eastward and upward rose.

Dead! Where the evening's gold

Westward and downward rolled.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! Where the streamy vales

Murmur their tender tales.

Dead! Where the ocean's roll

Sobs for the passing soul.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! Where the thicket's throats

Mingle their million notes.

Dead! Where the forests dim

Tone their lone requiem.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! Where the eagle's scream

Shortens the hunter's dream.

Dead! Where the nightingale

Trills out her lonely tale.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

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