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When all is said ... he gasped; and then his breath

Failed him, and falling dead

He lay with lips for ever sealed in death,

And still so much unsaid—

So much unsaid, it seemed, so much unsung:

Yet, as we mourned him dead,

Since stilled for ever was that golden tongue

We knew that all was said.