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 To morrow shall the Trav'ller come Who late beheld me blooming: His searching eye shall vainly roam The dreary vale of ."

With eager gaze and wetted cheek My wonted haunts along, Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek The Youth of simplest song.

But I along the breeze shall roll The voice of feeble power; And dwell, the Moon-beam of thy soul, In Slumber's nightly hour.