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! ye voices gone,
 * Sounds of other years!

Hush that haunting tone,
 * Melt me not to tears.

All around forget,
 * All who loved you well,

Yet sweet voices, yet,
 * O'er my soul ye swell.

With the winds of Spring,
 * With the breath of flowers,

Floating back, ye bring
 * Thoughts of banished hours.

Hence your music take,
 * Oh! ye voices gone!

This lone heart ye make
 * But more deeply lone.