Never more,
My friend,
Never more,
Only the high peaks hoar;
And You a torrent at the door.
No sound
In the walls of the Halls where falls
the tread
Of the feet of the dead to the ground
No sound:
But the boom
Of the far Waterfall like Doom.
Do you remember an Inn ?
And the cheers and the jeers of the young muleteers
Who hadn't got a penny;
And who weren't paying any,
Do you remember an Inn !
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