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       Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet
       To have outgrown the sorrow which consign’d
       Its charge to each; and if the seal is set,
       Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind,
       Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find
       Thine own well full, if thou returnest home,
       Of tears and gall. From the world’s bitter wind
       Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb.
What Adonais is, why fear we to become?

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