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Where is the golden sunshine, And where the flower-cup's glow? And where the joy of the dancing leaves, And the fountain's laughing flow?

A voice, in every whisper Of the wave, the bough, the air, Comes asking for the beautiful, And moaning, "Where, oh! where?"

Tell of the brightness parted, Thou bee, thou lamb at play! Thou lark, in thy victorious mirth! —Are ye, too, pass'd away?

Mournfully, sing mournfully! The royal rose is gone. Melt from the woods, my spirit, melt In one deep farewell tone!