14.

Tears bright and sweet as fire and incense fell

In perfect notes of music-measured pain

On veiled sweet heads that heard not love's farewell

Sob through the song that bade them rise again;

Rise in the light of living song, to dwell

With memories crowned of memory: so the strain

Made soft as heaven the stream that girdles hell

And sweet the darkness of the breathless plain,

And with Elysian flowers

Recrowned the wreathless hours

That mused and mourned upon their works in vain;

For all their works of death

Song filled with light and breath,

And listening grief relaxed her lightening chain;

For sweet as all the wide sweet south

She found the song like honey from the lion's mouth.

15.

High from his throne in heaven Simonides,

Crowned with mild aureole of memorial tears

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