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 Rh And I forgot—forlorn and heavy-hearted—

Your promise, goddess of the violet crown!

But soft as music in remembrance sighing,

You fanned me with your wooing breath, and I,

Who shed no tears when lone I seemed and dying,

Wept at your touch, and knew I should not die.

Now by my banks are tender blossoms blowing:

In fragrant loveliness they smile on me,—

But I must hasten to the river, knowing

The river leadeth ever to the sea.

High over me the budding branches quiver

With songs that swell in happy harmony;

But sweeter is the murmur of the river,—

The river that leads ever to the sea! 4