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Ah! folly—yonder solemn sky Is not for pity, but for prayer; And Nature's universal eye Weeps not, though one wrung heart despair. Oh wind! that with a noiseless wing Art wandering 'mid the olive grove, In vain I ask of thee to bring Some solace for my grief and love.

Let echo, by thy voice, reveal All I would ask the wind to tell; Echo might surely pity feel, For sorrow she hath known so well. Ah! bring me one beloved face, Ah! breathe me one beloved name: I wish I could one moment trace His path of fortune, and of fame.

Yet wherefore should I seek to know The path that I may never share; Oh! flower, that for the sun dost blow, Say thou how dear is such fond care. Life cannot fling again the gleam First flung on morning's glancing tide; I'd rather keep its sweet sad dream Than win a waking world beside.