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DEAD FACES.
Eyes bright with the old happy lustre, Not knowing the dimness of tears.Lips trembling apart in the sweetness Of earliest blossoming youth,Before they had tarnished the brightness That lies on the jewel of truth.
They glide through the shimmering glories That fall from the heart of the fire,And touch with their shadowy fingers The strings of my quivering lyre.Old songs break into the silence From lips that have paled in death,And gushes of silvery laughter Float over the twilight's breath.
Sweet memories unforgotten On the foaming tide waves tossed,Fling up from the murmuring waters, The jewels my heart has lost.The faces of three little children, Shine out from the deepening gloom,And the ringing of childish voices I hear in the silent room.
