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TO A DEPARTED SPIRIT
When from the hollow hearts 'round me I turn,
With longings for the love I lost with thee,
Art thou so near, my friend, thou canst discern
How every mem'ry, sword-like, pierces me?
With longings for the love I lost with thee,
Art thou so near, my friend, thou canst discern
How every mem'ry, sword-like, pierces me?
When mingling with the gay, 'mid festal throng,
Where hearts are light and joyous as the air
Where [time] time flies by with jest and happy song,
Dost thou watch o'er me, dear one, even there?
Where hearts are light and joyous as the air
Where [time] time flies by with jest and happy song,
Dost thou watch o'er me, dear one, even there?
And can't thou see, how by a careless word,
Or burst of song, whose strains we, too, have known,
The Marah-founts within my heart are stirred,
Moaning for joys that with the past have flown?
Or burst of song, whose strains we, too, have known,
The Marah-founts within my heart are stirred,
Moaning for joys that with the past have flown?
