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A Dead Friend.


VII.

Past as music fades, that shone
 While its life might last;
As a song-bird's shadow flown
 Past!


 Death's reverberate blast
Now for music's lord has blown
 Whom thy love held fast.


Dead thy king, and void his throne:
 Yet for grief at last
Love makes music of his own
 Past!