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And I will speak I though but the wind that wanders through the sky, And but the dark deep-rustling pines and rolling streams reply. Yes! I will speak!—within my breast whate'er hath seem'd to be, There lay a hidden fount of love, that would have gush'd for thee! Brightly it would have gush'd, but thou, my mother! thou hast thrown Back on the forests and the wilds what should have been thine own!

"Then fare thee well! I leave thee not in loneliness to pine, Since thou hast sons of statelier mien and fairer brow than mine! Forgive me that thou couldst not love!—it may be, that a tone Yet from my burning heart may pierce, through thine, when I am gone! And thou perchance mayst weep for him on whom thou ne'er hast smil'd, And the grave give his birthright back to thy neglected child! Might but my spirit then return, and 'midst its kindred dwell, And quench its thirst with love's free tears!—'tis all a dream—farewell!"