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They glide and speak of old heroic deeds—
What fields they conquer'd, and what foes they slew
And sent to join the melancholy crew.
"When a new spirit in that world was found,
A thousand shadowy forms came flitting round;
Those who had known him, fond inquiries made:—
'Of all we left, inform us, gentle shade,
Now as we lead thee in our realms to dwell,
Our twilight groves, and meads of asphodel.'