“My sprightly neighbour, gone before
To that unknown and silent shore!
Shall we not meet as heretofore
Some summer morning?
When from thy cheerful eyes a ray
Hath struck a bliss upon the day,
A bliss that would not go away,
A sweet forewarning?”
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