Under Mount Etna he lies,
It is slumber, it is not death;
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By the shore of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of his wigwam,
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When I remember them, those friends of mine,
Who are no longer here, the noble three,
Who half my life were more than friends to me,
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I heard a brooklet gushing
From its rocky fountain near,
Down into the valley rushing,
So fresh and wondrous clear.
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Have you read in the Talmud of old,
In the Legends the Rabbins have told
Of the limitless realms of the air,--
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Spring is coming, birds are twittering, forests leaf, and smiles the sun,
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FAR in the West there lies a desert land, where the mountains
Lift, through perpetual snows, their lofty and luminous summits.
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Three miles extended around the fields of the homestead, on three sides
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The night is come, but not too soon;
And sinking silently,
All silently, the little moon
Drops down behind the sky.
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Will then, Duperrier, thy sorrow be eternal?
And shall the sad discourse
Whispered within thy heart, by tenderness paternal,
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