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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
THE ISLES HOLD THEE NOT, THOU DEPARTED!
The isles hold thee not, thou departed!From thy bower, now issues no lay:—
In vain we recall perished warblings:
Spring birds, to far climes, wing their way!
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |