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It died away;--the incense-cloud was driven Before the breeze--the words of doom were said; And the sun faded mournfully from heaven: He faded mournfully, and dimly red,

## Parting in clouds from those that look’d their last,

And sigh’d--“Farewell, thou sun!” Eve glow’d and pass’d; Night--midnight and the moon--came forth and shed Sleep, even as dew, on glen, wood, peopled spot-- Save one--a place of death--and there men slumber’d not.