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, years have pass'd away, Since to yonder fated bay Did the Hero come. Years, years, have pass'd the while Since he left the lovely isle For his Grecian home. He is with the dead—but She Weepeth on eternally In the lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.

Downwards floateth her bright hair, Fair—how exquisitely fair! But it is unbound. Never since that parting hour Golden band or rosy flower In it has been wound; There it droopeth sadly bright, In the morning's sunny light, On the lone and lovely island In the far off southern seas.

Like a marble statue placed, Looking o'er the watery waste, With its white fixed gaze; There the Goddess sits, her eye Raised to the unpitying sky: So uncounted days Has she asked of yonder main, Him it will not bring again To the lone and lovely island In the far off southern seas.

To that stately brow is given, Loveliness that sprung from heaven— Is, like heaven, bright: Never there may time prevail, But her perfect face is pale; And a troubled light Tells of one who may not die, Vex'd with immortality In the lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.

Desolate beside that strand, Bow'd upon her cold, white hand, Is her radiant head; Silently she sitteth there, While her large eyes on the air Traced the much-loved dead: Eyes that know not tears nor sleep, Would she not be glad to weep, In the lone and lovely island Mid the far off southern seas.