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Midst the dim valleys, with a secret flow,
Their lives, like shepherd reed-notes, faint and low,
    Have passed, and left no trace.

VII.
"Haply, begirt with shadowy woods and hills,
And the wild sounds of melancholy rills,
    This covering turf may bloom;
But ne'er hath Fame made relics of its flowers,—
Never hath pilgrim sought their household bowers,
    Or poet hailed their tomb."

VIII.
"Adieu, then, master of the midnight spell!
Some voice perchance by those lone graves may tell
    That which I pine to know!
I haste to seek, from woods and valleys deep,
Where the beloved are laid in lowly sleep,
    Records of joy and woe."