The Taciturn
Countless these crosses and these ruinous stones,
Which taunt the living with but sighs and groans!
Thou canst not in this quiet a moment stray
But dust cries, Vanity! and, Welladay!
Not mine such tedious tidings, Stranger. Yet,
Think not because I am silent, I forget.
Which taunt the living with but sighs and groans!
Thou canst not in this quiet a moment stray
But dust cries, Vanity! and, Welladay!
Not mine such tedious tidings, Stranger. Yet,
Think not because I am silent, I forget.
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