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ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS

First Line: HERE LET US LEAVE HIM; FOR HIS SHROUD THE
Last Line: TRANSLATED UNAWARE.
Subject(s): DEATH; GRAVES; GRINDELWALD, SWITZERLAND; DEAD, THE; TOMBS; TOMBSTONES;
Here let us leave him; for his shroud the snow,
For funeral-lamps he has the planets seven,
For a great sign the icy stair shall go
Between the heights to heaven.
One moment stood he as the angels stand,
High in the stainless eminence of air;
The next, he was not, to his fatherland
Translated unaware.


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