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TO ---
Farewell! ... I take no formal leave,
Though lingering round each much loved spot,
For me, I wish no heart to grieve,
Though mine has ne'er one friend forgot.
Though lingering round each much loved spot,
For me, I wish no heart to grieve,
Though mine has ne'er one friend forgot.
But who would deem that there could dwell
Beneath the careless mirth they hear
Thoughts, for their depth unfit to tell
Feelings, unbreathed to mortal ear?
Beneath the careless mirth they hear
Thoughts, for their depth unfit to tell
Feelings, unbreathed to mortal ear?
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A fountain sealed—sepulchral lamp—
A sibyls leaf—a funeral urn—
A dim drear vault, where cold and damp
Death and decay's pale vapours burn.
A sibyls leaf—a funeral urn—
A dim drear vault, where cold and damp
Death and decay's pale vapours burn.
Such is, or such at least may be,
For aught thou knowest, the soul I bear—
No more!—Why should I claim from thee
In weal or woe of mine to share?
For aught thou knowest, the soul I bear—
No more!—Why should I claim from thee
In weal or woe of mine to share?
I go!—Farewell!—again farewell!
The first slight pang of parting o'er,
With the forgotten past I dwell,
And thou wilt think of me no more.
The first slight pang of parting o'er,
With the forgotten past I dwell,
And thou wilt think of me no more.
Like waters of the silvery lake
That o'er the chance-thrown pebble close,
The slight heart-thrill my follies make
Will soon subside to calm repose.
That o'er the chance-thrown pebble close,
The slight heart-thrill my follies make
Will soon subside to calm repose.
And I shall be as one unknown,
Or if once known remembered not—
Like a fantastic shadow flown,
Or fleeting vision soon forgot.
Or if once known remembered not—
Like a fantastic shadow flown,
Or fleeting vision soon forgot.
'Tis wise!—'tis well!—I do not ask
One tear, one sigh from thee or thine:
They chose indifference for their task
Deep sad remembrance, I, for mine!
One tear, one sigh from thee or thine:
They chose indifference for their task
Deep sad remembrance, I, for mine!
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