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 Or art thou seeking
 * Some brighter land,

Where by the south wind
 * Vine-leaves are fann'd?

Midst the wild billows
 * Why then delay?—

Bird of the greenwood,
 * Away, away!"

Chide not my lingering
 * Where waves are dark!

A hand that hath nursed me
 * Is in the bark—

A heart that hath cherish'd
 * Through winter's long day—

So I turn from the greenwood
 * Away, away!"