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 I know some gentle spirit lives,

Some loving, lonely spirit lives,

Some melancholy spirit lives,

Walking o'er the earth for me,

Searching round the world for me!

Will she ever, ever, ever hither come?

Where the waters roam,

Where the sobbing waters roam!

Where the raving waters roam!

All worn and wasted by the storms,

All gapped and fractured by the storms,

All split and splintered by the storms,

Overhead the caverns groan,

Gloomy, ghastly caverns groan!—

Will she ever, ever, ever fill this heart?

Peace, O longing heart!

Peace, O longing, beating heart!

Peace, O beating, weary heart!

rain-clouds have gone to the deep—

The East like a furnace doth glow;

And the day-spring is flooding the steep,

And sheening the landscape below.

Oh, ye who are gifted with souls

That delight in the music of birds,

Come forth where the scattered mist rolls,

And listen to eloquent words!

Oh, ye who are fond of the sport,

And would travel yon wilderness through,

Gather—each to his place—for a life-stirring chase,

In the wake of the wild Kangaroo!

Gather—each to his place—

For a life-stirring chase

In the wake of the wild Kangaroo!

Beyond the wide rents of the fog,

The trees are illumined with gold;

And the bark of the shepherd's brave dog

Shoots away from the sheltering fold.