Such Days As Break The Wild Bird'S Heart; Such Days As Kill It And Its Songs; A Death Which Knows A Sweeter Part Of Days To Which Such Death Belongs. And Now Old Eyes Are Filled With Tears, As With The Rain The Frozen Flowers; Time Moves So Slowly One But Fears The Burthen On His Wasted Powers. And So He Stopped;--And Thou Art Dead! And That Is Found Which Once Was Feared:-- A Farewell To Thy Gray, Gray Head, A Goodnight To Thy Goodly Beard!