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IN MEMORY OF BARRY CORNWALL.
(October 4, 1874.)
I.
One with another make music unheard of men,
Where the dead sweet roses fade not of lips long breathless,
And the fair eyes shine that shall weep not or change again,
Who comes now crowned with the blossom of snow-white years?
What music is this that the world of the dead men hears?
II.
Whose name in our ears and our fathers' ears was sweet,