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...that my strain May modulate with murmurs of the air, And motions of the forests and the sea, And voiee of living beings, and woven hymns Of night and day,...Poet whose untimely tomb No human hands with pious reverenee reared, But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds Built o'er his mouldering bones a pyramid...