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LOST.
I wandered from my mother's side
In the fragrant paths of morn;
Naked, weary, and forlorn,
I fainted in the hot noon-tide.
In the fragrant paths of morn;
Naked, weary, and forlorn,
I fainted in the hot noon-tide.
For I had met a maiden wild,
Singing of love and love's delight;
And with her song she me beguiled,
And her soft arms and bosom white.
Singing of love and love's delight;
And with her song she me beguiled,
And her soft arms and bosom white.
I followed fast, I followed far,
And ever her song flowed blithe and free;
‘Where Love's own flowery meadows are,
There shall our golden dwelling be!’
And ever her song flowed blithe and free;
‘Where Love's own flowery meadows are,
There shall our golden dwelling be!’
I followed far, I followed fast,
And oft she paused, and cried, ‘O here!’
But where I came no flower would last,
And Joy lay cold upon his bier.
And oft she paused, and cried, ‘O here!’
But where I came no flower would last,
And Joy lay cold upon his bier.
I wandered on, I wandered wide,
Alas! she fleeted with the morn;
Weary, weeping, and forlorn,
She left me in the fierce noontide.
Alas! she fleeted with the morn;
Weary, weeping, and forlorn,
She left me in the fierce noontide.
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