To the Mummy of a Cliff Maiden

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Illinium iimiMimiHHummHmnmuimmiimuMiimmimiimmi miiiihiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiimihiih mi MwiiHiumiiimiHiMHiumi II In immortality what are the years? Uncounted ages are as moments fled; Grow aged and crumble may the blazing spheres; But not the soul which left this dust but dead. Thy tribe has vanished, lost to us its speech, The dwellings of the cliffs are in our sight; And yet no legend to our time may reach, Thy people's fate is lost in darkest night. Were thine eyes dusky, once as desert dew, As thou didst look upon the southern moon? That was so long ago! Thy days were few, No end to time, thy earthly days gone soon. This ancient dust but speaks of death's own power Where now thy part immortal, deathless flower? iiHiimiimimmtmimimiiiiimmii iiiiiinii Himmimii iiiiiiiiini mmmiiiiiiiiiiiii iimiiimmiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiiiiii uimmmnr.