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At home, the house is now A solitary place, Where one but seldom sees The light of lover's face. And those we love so well, With all love's tender pain, We love to dream we'll see Again.

Were I a swallow swift, Towards thee, my heart's delight, O'er all these rocky wilds I'd quickly wing my flight. There safe from all the storm, Soft nestling in thy breast, I'd tell thee all my pain, At rest.