Might speak,—that but one sleeper might emerge

From the deep death-sea's overwhelming surge!

Speak, speak from the grey coffins where ye lie

Fretting to dust your foul mortality!

Speak, from your homes of darkness and dismay,—

To what new being do ye pass away?—

O do ye live, indeed?—speak, if on high

One atom springs whose doom is not to die!—

Where have I wandered?

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