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I SAW THEE DRIFTING, DRIFTING FAR AWAY.
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I saw thee drifting, drifting far away,And fading slowly on my famished eyes,
Like as a star that in the sun-bathed skies
Grows faint and flickers with unsteady ray;
Till 'mid the bright expanses of the day
Its slender life is quenched. “Oh, thou art lost
To me, and on this aimless whirlwind tossed
My wandering soul forevermore will stray,
Forever seeking thee, forevermore!”
Thus in the depth of my despair I cried,
And echoes from some sounding planet bore
My voice, on trembling pinions, far and wide.
Then desolation round about me spread,
Until methought that God himself was dead.
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