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We die, my Friend,
Nor we alone, but that which each man loved
And prized in his particular nook of earth
Dies with him or is changed, and very soon
Even of the good is no memorial left.

We heard a strange sound in the Bainriggs wood, as we were floating on the water; it seemed in the wood, but it must have been above it
presently we saw a raven very high above us. It called out, and the dome
of the sky seemed to echo the sound. It called again and again as it
flew onwards, and the mountains gave back the sound, seeming as if from
their centre; a musical bell-like answering to the bird's hoars