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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. 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
o many fugitives that furtively stole away. Then the mud came back wearily and covered all but my face. There I lay alone with quite forgotten things, with drifting things that the tides will take no farther, with useless things and lost things, and with the horrible unnatural bricks that are neither stone nor soil. I was rid of feeling, because I had been killed, but perception and thought were 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. ROCESSION WAS TURNED INTO MANY FUGITIVES THAT FURTIVELY STOLE AWAY THEN THE MUD CAME BACK WEARILY AND COVERED ALL BUT MY FACE THERE I LAY ALONE WITH QUITE FORGOTTEN THINGS WITH DRIFTING THINGS THAT THE TIDES WILL TAKE NO FARTHER WITH USELESS THINGS AND LOST THINGS AND WITH THE HORRIBLE UNNATURAL BRICKS THAT ARE NEITHER STONE NOR SOIL I WAS RID OF FEELING BECAUSE I HAD BEEN KILLED BUT PERCEPTION AND THOUGHT WERE 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
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