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Is it so far from thee	A
Thou canst no longer see	A
In the Chamber over the Gate	B
That old man desolate	C
Weeping and wailing sore	D
For his son who is no more	D
O Absalom my son	E
	-
Is it so long ago	F
That cry of human woe	F
From the walled city came	G
Calling on his dear name	G
That it has died away	H
In the distance of to day	H
O Absalom my son	E
	-
There is no far or near	I
There is neither there nor here	J
There is neither soon nor late	B
In that Chamber over the Gate	B
Nor any long ago	F
To that cry of human woe	F
O Absalom my son	E
	-
From the ages that are past	K
The voice sounds like a blast	K
Over seas that wreck and drown	L
Over tumult of traffic and town	L
And from ages yet to be	A
Come the echoes back to me	A
O Absalom my son	E
	-
Somewhere at every hour	M
The watchman on the tower	M
Looks forth and sees the fleet	N
Approach of the hurrying feet	N
Of messengers that bear	O
The tidings of despair	O
O Absalom my son	E
	-
He goes forth from the door	D
Who shall return no more	D
With him our joy departs	P
The light goes out in our hearts	P
In the Chamber over the Gate	B
We sit disconsolate	B
O Absalom my son	E
	-
That 't is a common grief	Q
Bringeth but slight relief	Q
Ours is the bitterest loss	R
Ours is the heaviest cross	R
And forever the cry will be	A
'Would God I had died for thee	A
O Absalom my son '	-

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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