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 Lest her lamp should light thee not— Thee whom I shall never find; Though thy shadow lean before, Thou thyself return'st no more— Never more.

All the world's woods, tree o'er tree. Come to nought. Birds, flowers, beasts, how transient they, Angels of a flying day. Love is quenched; dreams drown in sleep; Ruin nods along the deep: Only thou immortally Haimtest on This poor earth in Time's flux caught; Hauntest on, pursued, unwon, Phantom child of memory, Beauteous one!