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Seek by the silvery Darro, Where jasmine flowers have blown; There hath she left no foot-print?— Weep, weep, the maid is gone!

Seek where our Lady's image Smiles o'er the pine-hung steep; Hear ye not there her vespers?— Weep for the parted, weep!

Seek in the porch where vine-leaves O'ershade her father's head; Are his grey hairs left lonely?— Weep! her bright soul is fled!