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But with the ebb the water fell again, and left me alone again with the callous mud among the forgotten things that drift no more, and with the sight of all those desolate houses, and with the knowledge among all of us that each was dead. BUT WITH THE EBB THE WATER FELL AGAIN AND LEFT ME ALONE AGAIN WITH THE CALLOUS MUD AMONG THE FORGOTTEN THINGS THAT DRIFT NO MORE AND WITH THE SIGHT OF ALL THOSE DESOLATE HOUSES AND WITH THE KNOWLEDGE AMONG ALL OF US THAT EACH WAS DEAD
awn widened, and I saw the desolate houses that crowded the marge of the river, and their dead windows peered into my dead eyes, windows with bales behind them instead of human souls. I grew so weary looking at these forlorn things that I wanted to cry out, but could not, because I was dead. Then I knew, as I had never known before, that for all the years that herd of desolate houses had wanted to cry out too, but, being dead, were dumb. And I knew then that it had yet been well with the forgotten drifting things if they had wept, but they were eyeless and without life. And I, too, tried to weep, but there were no tears in my dead eyes. And I knew then that the river might have cared for us, might have caressed us, might have sung to us, but he swept broadly onwards, thinking of nothing but the princely ships. At last the tide did what the river would not, and came and covered me over, and my soul had rest in the green water, and rejoiced and believed that it had the Burial of the Sea. ERE IN MY UNHAPPY SOUL THE DAWN WIDENED AND I SAW THE DESOLATE HOUSES THAT CROWDED THE MARGE OF THE RIVER AND THEIR DEAD WINDOWS PEERED INTO MY DEAD EYES WINDOWS WITH BALES BEHIND THEM INSTEAD OF HUMAN SOULS I GREW SO WEARY LOOKING AT THESE FORLORN THINGS THAT I WANTED TO CRY OUT BUT COULD NOT BECAUSE I WAS DEAD THEN I KNEW AS I HAD NEVER KNOWN BEFORE THAT FOR ALL THE YEARS THAT HERD OF DESOLATE HOUSES HAD WANTED TO CRY OUT TOO BUT BEING DEAD WERE DUMB AND I KNEW THEN THAT IT HAD YET BEEN WELL WITH THE FORGOTTEN DRIFTING THINGS IF THEY HAD WEPT BUT THEY WERE EYELESS AND WITHOUT LIFE AND I TOO TRIED TO WEEP BUT THERE WERE NO TEARS IN MY DEAD EYES AND I KNEW THEN THAT THE RIVER MIGHT HAVE CARED FOR US MIGHT HAVE CARESSED US MIGHT HAVE SUNG TO US BUT HE SWEPT BROADLY ONWARDS THINKING OF NOTHING BUT THE PRINCELY SHIPS AT LAST THE TIDE DID WHAT THE RIVER WOULD NOT AND CAME AND COVERED ME OVER AND MY SOUL HAD REST IN THE GREEN WATER AND REJOICED AND BELIEVED THAT IT HAD THE BURIAL OF THE SEA
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