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Shall we, too, rise forgetful from our sleep,And shall my soul that lies within your handRemember nothing, as the blowing sandForgets the palm where long blue shadows creepWhen winds along the darkened desert sweep?
Or would it still remember, tho' it spannedA thousand heavens, while the planets fannedThe vacant ether with their voices deep?Soul of my soul, no word shall be forgot,Nor yet alone, beloved, shall we see
The desolation of extinguished suns,Nor fear the void wherethro' our planet runs,For still together shall we go and notFare forth alone to front eternity.