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My days among the Dead are past;
Around me I behold,
Where'er these casual eyes are cast,
The mighty minds of old;
My never-failing friends are they,
With whom I converse day by day.
--
My Days Among the Dead Are Past, st. 1 (1818).

 

Robert Southey

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