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FAREWELL.
O would I might awhile forget
A grief I may not tell!
My being's sun is quenched—not set:
Farewell!
A grief I may not tell!
My being's sun is quenched—not set:
Farewell!
I have a region all mine own—
The calm of hill and dell!
Where sorrowing breezes sweetly moan
Farewell!
The calm of hill and dell!
Where sorrowing breezes sweetly moan
Farewell!
And though red Summer will intrude
Her smiles upon my leafy cell,
Summer must sigh to vale and wood,
Farewell!
Her smiles upon my leafy cell,
Summer must sigh to vale and wood,
Farewell!
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But memory, I abjure thy power,
Hushed be thy muttered knell—
Razed from my thoughts be each past hour—
Farewell!
Hushed be thy muttered knell—
Razed from my thoughts be each past hour—
Farewell!
Oblivion and indifference
Calm my heart's wave-like swell!
To love, to hope, to keen suspense—
Farewell!
Calm my heart's wave-like swell!
To love, to hope, to keen suspense—
Farewell!
Indifference and oblivion—
Bind my heart's broken shell!
The awakeners of the soul are gone!—
To all—Farewell!
Bind my heart's broken shell!
The awakeners of the soul are gone!—
To all—Farewell!
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