Overpast

That time, is dead for ever child, Drowned frozen dead, for ever We look, on the past and stare aghast spectres wailing pale, and ghast The stream. to gazed on them rolled by Its waves return not, return not And we, yes we stand in a lone land, Like the tombs to mark memory

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