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"Have you wholly forgotten the words you said,
  When you stood by a certain mound of earth,
When you vowed with your heart that that place you made
  The last burial place for your love and your mirth,
For the pure past blisses you therein laid
  Were surely your whole life's worth?—
O, the angels who deck the lone graves with their tears
Have cared for this, morning and evening, for years,
  But of yours there has been long dearth:

"In the pure pale sheen of a hallowed night,
  When the graves are looking their holiest,
You may see it more glistering and more bright
  And holier-looking than all the rest;
You may see that the dews and the stars' strange light
  Are loving that grave the best;
But, perhaps, if you went in the clear noon-day,
After so many years you might scarce find the way
  Ere you tired indeed of the quest: