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[328] Dear to thee that last memorial
     From the cairn beside the sea;
Evermore the month of roses
     Shall be sacred time to thee.

Sad it is the mournful yew-tree
     O'er his slumbers may not wave;
Sad it is the English daisy
     May not blossom on his grave.

But his tomb shall storm and winter
     Shape and fashion year by year,
Pile his mighty mausoleum,
     Block by block, and tier on tier.

Guardian of its gleaming portal
     Shall his stainless honor be,
While thy love, a sweet immortal,
     Hovers o'er the winter sea.

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