The marble shall not weep for us
Nor will the moon remember man.
Aloof will float soft cumulous
Unseen in the stolid heaven,
Waves will beat the same susurrus,
Winds moan ageless across the glen,
The sun will rise though we are dust,
Forests will echo to the wren.
Cave bats will issue in the dusk;
As was before us, so again
The owl will pounce, the mountains rust,
But none will mark the gentle rain
Or think it tears Earth sheds for us
For only man can mourn for man.
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