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A Letter from a Girl Know that the mournful plain where thou must wander,

Is but a grey and silent world, but ponder

The misty mountains of the morning yonder.

Listen:—the mountain winds with rain were fretting,

And sudden gleams the mountain-tops besetting.

I cannot let thee fade to death, forgetting.

What part of this wild heart of mine I know not

Will follow with thee where the great winds blow not,

And where the young flowers of the mountain grow not.

Yet let my letter with thy lost thoughts in it

Tell what the way was when thou didst begin it,

And win with thee the goal when thou shalt win it.

Oh, in some hour of thine my thoughts shall guide thee.

Suddenly, though time, darkness, silence hide thee,

This wind from thy lost country flits beside thee,—

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