Among The Tombs

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Title:     Among The Tombs
Author: Henry Newbolt [More Titles by Newbolt]

She is a lady fair and wise,
Her heart her counsel keeps,
And well she knows of time that flies
And tide that onward sweeps;
But still she sits with restless eyes
Where Memory sleeps--
Where Memory sleeps.

Ye that have heard the whispering dead
In every wind that creeps,
Or felt the stir that strains the lead
Beneath the mounded heaps,
Tread softly, ah! more softly tread
Where Memory sleeps--
Where Memory sleeps.

[The end]
Henry Newbolt's poem: Among The Tombs

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