Charles Ives — The Song of the Dead

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 Song of the Dead in the West in the Barrens, the snow that betrayed thеm The grave-rnound they madе them; Hear now the Song of the Dead!