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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. 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
 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. 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. ELESS 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 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
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