Monody

by Herman Melville

　　

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To have known him, to have loved him After loneness long;And then to be estranged in life, And neither in the wrong;And now for death to set his seal— Ease me, a little ease, my song!By wintry hills his hermit-mound The sheeted snow-drifts drape,And houseless there the snow-bird flits Beneath the fir-trees' crape:Glazed now with ice the cloistral vine That hid the shyest grape.

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