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art thou still on earth, my love? My only love! Or smiling in a brighter home, Far, far above?

Oh! is thy sweet voice fled, my love? Thy light step gone? And art thou not, in Earth or Heaven, Still, still my own?

I see thee with thy gleaming hair, In midnight dreams! But cold, and clear, and spirit-like, Thy soft eye seems.