Where?

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Where?

I called you through the silent night

Across the brooding deep,

I sought you in the shadowland

From out the world⁠—asleep;

No answer echoed to my call,

And now my way I thread

About the lowly mounds that rise

Among the silent dead.

Though voiceless, you will hear my call,

Your soul will heed my cry,

Will rise, and mock the prison where

Your bones recumbent lie.