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To their happy charm

Silence from us has flown,

She whom we loved of old

And know it now she is gone.

When will she come again

Though for one second only?

She whom we loved is gone

And the whole world is lonely.

And the elder giants come

Sometimes, tramping from far,

Through the weird and blinking light

Made by an earthly star.

And the giant with his hammer,

And the dwarf with rage in his breath,

And the elder giants from far,

They are the children of Death.

They are all abroad to-night

And are breaking the hills with their brood,

And the birds are all asleep,

Even in Plugstreet Wood.