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Rh Yes, fled for ever. The lightnings quiver, Each palace falls; The godlike halls, Each joyous hour Of spirit-power, With love's sweet day All fade away!

Yes, fade away!

Already are heard The prayers of the pious. Why longer deny us? The favouring zephyr Forbids all delay.

Away, then! away!

With heart sadly stirred, Your command I receive; Ye force me to leave. Unkind is the zephyr,— Oh, wherefore not stay?

Away, then! away!