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Rh And if they seek it still, and never find Yet are they bless'd in seeking, till life's end, When, as we hope, the very Beauty's self May in a distant country smile on each Who thought, who sought, who wrought, who fought for her!

Have you then nothing you would say to me? Each day's the same, we wander hand in hand You never tell me that my eyes are blue Nor mark the 'sunshine captive in my hair,' That is what someone tells meyou are dumb, Yet once you used to say you loved me, lost You seem, by daylight, blinking like an owl Who waits for sunset.