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A deeper sympathy there came For that expiring shadowy flame, Deserted by its radiant tide, Than all the brighter stars beside. And while his fancy worked and brought Phantoms of many a gloomy thought, Upon the air a song arose, An old song with a mournful close: A song of days far hence removed, In childhood heard, in childhood loved. A fitful song it was, and low And indistinct as waters flow When sighing leaves and flowers are near, And yet he held his breath to hear.