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I called to fading dayAs o’er the hill she flew,‘Whither, glad light, away?Take me, O take me too!’She said, ‘O wingless one,Thou hast thy memoried sun’.I said to the droop’d roseAwhile that was so fair,‘Why dost so swiftly lose,Sweet grace, thy blooming air?’She said, ‘This is my doom;Cherish thou beauty’s tomb’.I cried to Joy as lateI stood, bidding farewell,‘Must this be too thy fateWhom I have loved so well?He said, ‘My gift I leaveWith her whom I bereave’.
I called to fading dayAs o’er the hill she flew,‘Whither, glad light, away?Take me, O take me too!’She said, ‘O wingless one,Thou hast thy memoried sun’.I said to the droop’d roseAwhile that was so fair,‘Why dost so swiftly lose,Sweet grace, thy blooming air?’She said, ‘This is my doom;Cherish thou beauty’s tomb’.I cried to Joy as lateI stood, bidding farewell,‘Must this be too thy fateWhom I have loved so well?He said, ‘My gift I leaveWith her whom I bereave’.
I called to fading dayAs o’er the hill she flew,‘Whither, glad light, away?Take me, O take me too!’She said, ‘O wingless one,Thou hast thy memoried sun’.
I called to fading day
As o’er the hill she flew,
‘Whither, glad light, away?
Take me, O take me too!’
She said, ‘O wingless one,
Thou hast thy memoried sun’.
I said to the droop’d roseAwhile that was so fair,‘Why dost so swiftly lose,Sweet grace, thy blooming air?’She said, ‘This is my doom;Cherish thou beauty’s tomb’.
I said to the droop’d rose
Awhile that was so fair,
‘Why dost so swiftly lose,
Sweet grace, thy blooming air?’
She said, ‘This is my doom;
Cherish thou beauty’s tomb’.
I cried to Joy as lateI stood, bidding farewell,‘Must this be too thy fateWhom I have loved so well?He said, ‘My gift I leaveWith her whom I bereave’.
I cried to Joy as late
I stood, bidding farewell,
‘Must this be too thy fate
Whom I have loved so well?
He said, ‘My gift I leave
With her whom I bereave’.