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is gone from yonder sky, A star has left its sphere; The beautiful—and do they die In yon bright world as here? Will that star leave a lonely place, A darkness on the night?— No; few will miss its lovely face, And none think heaven less bright!

What wert thou star of?—vanished one! What mystery was thine? Thy beauty from the east is gone: What was thy sway and sign?