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, float, down the stream, Wreath that bound my raven hair; Ye shall be to me a dream Of the things that were.

Float, float:—what, so soon Has that red rose found a grave— So soon that vale-lily's light Lost beneath the wave?

Gone, gone—not a leaf Lingers on the faithless tide; Smooth and sunny, who would think What those waters hide?

Gone, gone, as those flowers, Pleasures, feelings, hopes depart— Launch'd upon Life's treacherous stream By the trusting heart. L. E. L.