III
Doth oвАЩer us pass, when, as thвАЩ expanding eye
To the loved objectвБ†вАФso the tear to the lid
Will start, which lately slept in apathy?
And yet it need not beвБ†вАФ(that object) hid
From us in lifeвБ†вАФbut commonвБ†вАФwhich doth lie
Each hour before usвБ†вАФbut then only bid
With a strange sound, as of a harp-string broken
TвАЩ awake usвБ†вАФвАЩTis a symbol and a tokenвБ†вАФ