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Go, where the water glideth gently ever,Glideth by meadows that the greenest be;—
Go, listen to our own beloved river,
And think of me!
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Wander in forests, where the small flower layethIts fairy gem beside the giant tree;
Listen the dim brook pining while it playeth,
And think of me!
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Watch when the sky is silver pale at Even,And the wind grieveth in the lonely tree;
Go out beneath the solitary heaven,
And think of me!
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And when the moon riseth as she were dreaming,And treadeth with white feet the lulled sea;
Go, silent as a star beneath her beaming,
And think of me!
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