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WHISPERS of heavenly death, murmur'd I hear; Labial gossip of night--sibilant chorals; Footsteps gently ascending--mystical breezes, wafted soft and low; Ripples of unseen rivers--tides of a current, flowing, forever flowing; (Or is it the plashing of tears? the measureless waters of human tears?) I see, just see, skyward, great cloud-masses; Mournfully, slowly they roll, silently swelling and mixing; With, at times, a half-dimm'd, sadden'd, far-off star, Appearing and disappearing. (Some parturition, rather--some solemn, immortal birth: 10 On the frontiers, to eyes impenetrable, Some Soul is passing over.) Unsatisfied? Search for more:Other Cool Sites:Hot Arts & Stage NewsLyrics Catalogue Sound Tracks Guide Guide to Serials and Shows English Subtitles For DivX Movies Hundreds of Cooking Recipes Over 5000 Cocktails Recipes Cool Online Encyclopedia Cellulars Descriptions and Reviews Algorithms Dictionary Funny Jokes and Anecdotes. Usenet Newsgroups Reader |