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Golden Histories, etc

By Wathen Mark Wilks Call

Call, Wathen Mark Wilks (1817-1890)

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Cold heart, I heed not thee;
Cold heart, judge thou not me;
Soon, soon, must I depart:
Farewell, farewell, cold heart!
Farewell, farewell!

As in the lonely vale,
Fadeth the windflower pale,
Where bee nor butterfly
Mourns when her blossoms die,
In her sweet cell.

So none will mourn for me,
Child, man on shore, on sea,
So too, must I depart:
Farewell, farewell, cold heart!
Farewell, farewell!