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Rh He cannot leave thee now,

While fresh west winds are blowing,

And all around his youthful brow

Thy cheerful light is glowing!

Edward, awake, awake—

The golden evening gleams

Warm and bright on Arden's lake—

Arouse thee from thy dreams!

Beside thee, on my knee,

My dearest friend! I pray

That thou, to cross the eternal sea,

Wouldst yet one hour delay:

I hear its billows roar—

I see them foaming high;

But no glimpse of a further shore

Has blest my straining eye.

Believe not what they urge

Of Eden isles beyond;

Turn back, from that tempestuous surge,

To thy own native land.

It is not death, but pain

That struggles in thy breast—

Nay, rally, Edward, rouse again;

I cannot let thee rest!"