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ULTIMA THULE.
Let the lifeless body rest!
He is gone, who was its guest;
He is gone, who was its guest;
Gone, as travellers haste to leave
An inn, nor tarry until eve.
An inn, nor tarry until eve.
Traveller! in what realms afar,
In what planet, in what star,
In what planet, in what star,
In what vast, aerial space,
Shines the light upon thy face?
Shines the light upon thy face?
In what gardens of delight
Rest thy weary feet to-night?
Rest thy weary feet to-night?
Poet! thou, whose latest verse
Was a garland on thy hearse;
Was a garland on thy hearse;
Thou hast sung, with organ tone,
In Deukalion's life, thine own;
In Deukalion's life, thine own;
