Chapter 62 No.62

Hush thyself, song, and cease,

Close, lips, and hold your peace;

What help hast thou, what part have ye herein?

But you, with sweet shut eyes,

Heart-hidden memories,

Dreams and dumb thoughts that keep what things have been

Silent, and pure of all words said,

Praise without song the living, without dirge the dead.

            
            

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