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Rh The hyacinthine boy, for whom

Morn well might break and April bloom,—

The gracious boy, who did adorn

The world whereinto he was born,

And by his countenance repay

The favor of the loving Day,—

Has disappeared from the Day's eye;

Far and wide she cannot find him;

My hopes pursue, they cannot bind him.

Returned this day, the south wind searches,

And finds young pines and budding birches;

But finds not the budding man;

Nature, who lost him, cannot remake him;

Fate let him fall, Fate can't retake him;

Nature, Fate, Men, him seek in vain.

And whither now, my truant wise and sweet,

O, whither tend thy feet?

I had the right, few days ago,

Thy steps to watch, thy place to know;

How have I forfeited the right?

Hast thou forgot me in a new delight?