Again the dead, the dead again demanding

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Again the dead, the dead again demanding
To be, O now to be remembered strongly —
The dead, reminding mindsight of their darkness —
The dead who overhear us, listening longly.

Musician, now reverberant in our playing;
Poet, the presence haunting urgent words;
Dead youth, in love with life, now June-awakened
To hear through dream the dawn-delighted birds;
How can you be believed in, how made certain,
How sought beyond the silences of learning?
And how, revisitants by life envisioned,
Can what we are empower your quiet returning?
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