<h2><SPAN name="chap87"></SPAN>WHERE THEY SLEEP</h2>
<p class="poem">
The fog inrolling, dark and still<br/>
Lies deep upon the crowded dead<br/>
As flooding sea upon the sands,<br/>
And quenches starlight overhead.<br/>
<br/>
Long have they slept. Their separate dust<br/>
Has mingled with a nameless mould.<br/>
Only the slower-crumbling stones<br/>
Still tell so much as may be told.<br/>
<br/>
And now in shoreless fog adrift<br/>
Like some lone mariner gliding by,<br/>
I lean above the drowning graves<br/>
And wonder when I too shall lie<br/>
<br/>
Where evermore the tides of night<br/>
And earth will hide my lonely rest;<br/>
And Time will bid my love forget<br/>
To read the stone upon my breast.<br/></p>
<p class="left">
G. O. WARREN</p>
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