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Thou art gone from my gaze like a beautiful dream,
and I seek there in vain by the meadow and stream.
Oft I breathe out your name to the winds floating by,
but the sweet voice is mute to my cry.
In the stillness of night when the stars mightily shine,
my heart fondly holds a communion with thine.
For I feel thou art near and where e'er I may be,
that the spirit of love watches me.
Of the birds in the bower now companion I make,
every simple wildflower I prize for the sake.
Deep woods and dark clouds can now pleasure impart,
for the solitude suits my poor heart.
Thou art gone from my gaze, yet I will not repine,
e'er long we shall meet in a home that is thine.
For I feel thou art near and where e'er I may be,
that the spirit of love watches me.
