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forth, for she is gone! With the golden light of her wavy hair, She is gone to the fields of the viewless air; She hath left her dwelling lone!

Her voice hath pass'd away! It hath pass'd away like a summer breeze, When it leaves the hills for the far blue seas, Where we may not trace its way.

Go forth, and like her be free! With thy radiant wing, and thy glancing eye, Thou hast all the range of the sunny sky, And what is our grief to thee?