II

What slender form lies stretched along the mound?

Can it be his, the Wanderer's, with that brow

Gray in its prime, those eyes that wander round

Listlessly, with a jaded glance that now

Seems to see nothing where it rests, and then

Pores on each trivial object in its ken?

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