Ah, whither hath it flown?
Alas, the strain
To Memory alone
Shall live again!
Silence, wherever be
Its place of rest,
Keep thou for Love and me
A neighbouring nest.
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Like the first line, lol
Cool job. 
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An echo from the past
A poet a century ago spoke into the mountains of life in poetry that still echoes. Though lying silent on a page. When read come to life again in readers heads.
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