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Rh Ho, there he goes

Through the alder close!

He leaves me here behind him in his flight,

And yet my heart goes with him out of sight!

What whispered spell

Of Faëry calls me on from dell to dell?

I hear the voice—it wanders in a dream—

Now in the grove, now on the hill, now on the fading stream.

Lead on—you know the way—

Lead on to Arcady,

O'er fields asleep; by river bank abrim;

Down leafy ways, dewy and cool and dim;

By dripping rocks, dark dwellings of the gnome,

Where hurrying waters dash their crests to foam.

I follow where you lead,

Down winding paths, across the flowery mead,

Down silent hollows where the woodbine blows,

Up water-courses scented by the rose.

I follow the wandering voice—

I follow, I rejoice,

I fade away into the Age of Gold—

We two together lost in forest old.— 60