The Old Man

Where'er I turn, upon a tomb I tread,
Lifeless the living and alive the dead;
The living fade away before mine eyes,
From their dim sepulchres the buried rise;
While I, nor dead nor living, wait the morn
When I shall die, and, dying, be reborn,
And walk the Earth rejuvenant and whole,
Among the living dead a deathless soul.
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