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I. is gone from yonder sky, A star has left its sphere; The beautiful—and do they die In yon bright world as here? Will that star leave a lonely place, A darkness on the night?— No; few will miss its lovely face, And none think heaven less bright!

II. What wert thou star of?—vanished one! What mystery was thine? Thy beauty from the east is gone: What was thy sway and sign? Wert thou the star of opening youth?— And is it then for thee, Its frank glad thoughts, its stainless truth, So early cease to be?