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<h3> THE CRY </h3>
<p class="poem">
They have laid him away;<br/>
Even he who was always so strong and gay<br/>
Will be locked in the earth till the judgment day;<br/>
"Dust unto dust" I have heard the priest say.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
He will never return;<br/>
Though I weep my eyes blind, though I pray and yearn,—<br/>
Though the star-light goes out and the great suns burn<br/>
Into whitest ash,—he will never return.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
So of weeping—no more;<br/>
It is tears fill the oceans from shore to shore;<br/>
They have made the wind salt—the wind at my door;<br/>
They harm the good ground—so of weeping—no more.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
"Not again!" "Not again!"<br/>
Do you hear the sea singing that one refrain?<br/>
The pine trees, the wind and the wearysome rain<br/>
All whisper it; "Never again!"—"Not again!"<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Who can tell me—who knows,<br/>
Where his lonely soul travels?<br/>
Whither it goes?—<br/>
Has he gone like the leaves?—Like yesterday's snows?—<br/>
Speak, dear Lord of Death! You who died—and arose!<br/></p>
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