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The wings of the ephemera ,
Are robes , bright and splendid .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and abide with me !

The wings of the ephemera ,
Are robes , variously adorned .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and rest with me !

The ephemera bursts from its hole ,
With a robe of hemp like snow .
My heart is grieved ;—
Would they but come and lodge with me !