Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges --
They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.
Song of the Dead in the South --  ...  In the dust of the sere river-courses.

Song of the Dead in the East -- in the heat-rotted jungle-hollows,
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Song of the Dead in the West in the Barrens, the snow that betrayed them,
 ...  the grave-rnound they made them;
Hear now the Song of the Dead!

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