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went you on that August day, When out of sight you took your way? The sun was soft, the winds were low, No breath of bitterness did blow For dying summer as it went; But bitter, bitter breath was spent In bitter tears for you that day, As out of sight you took your way.

Where did you go, my love, my dear? Into what country, far or near, By mountain path or shoreless main, Took you that wealth of heart and brain,