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6 Never a word from the lost, lost one! Not even in midnight dreams, Not even in midnight dreams. Oh, could it only be! Send me a token! waken a thrill Of the old-time ecstasy! Vain it is! wild it is! I will be still, Dead feet never come back ! Why should they stray to the world again, Out of the hcavenly track? Out of the heavenly track? Ah, sinks my heart like a stone! Thou art resting in paradise, -- I am wandering alone!

queen, one radiant night, Strayed from her fabled sphere, Down through the crimson clouds that olled The mellow atmosphere; She saw this earth hung like a lamp In the great silent void, A miracle of wondrous form, A finger-mark of God. She folded up her breezy wings To visit this new land, And sank upon a sea-weed leaf Down on the harbor sand;