Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet:

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Grief for thy Dead in silence like to death--

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Of the absolute Heavens. Deep-hearted man, express

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In everlasting watch and moveless woe

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I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;

Most like a monumental statue set