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Yet sigh'd again that breeze-like Voice of grief— "Thou art gone hence! alas! that aught so brief, So loved should be! Thou tak'st our summer hence!—the flower, the tone, The music of our being, all in one, Depart with thee!

"Fair form, young spirit, morning vision fled! Canst thou be of the dead, the awful dead? The dark unknown? Yes! to the dwelling where no footsteps fall, Never again to light up hearth or hall, Thy smile is gone!"

"Home, home!" once more th' exulting Voice arose: "Thou art gone home! from that divine repose Never to roam! Never to say farewell, to weep in vain, To read of change, in eyes beloved, again— Thou art gone home!