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| FAREWELL, old playmate! on thy sandy shore | |
| My lingering feet will leave their print no more; | |
| To thy loved side I never may return. | |
| I pray thee, old companion, make due mourn | |
| For the wild spirit who so oft has stood | 5 |
| Gazing in love and wonder on thy flood. | |
| The form is now departing far away, | |
| That half in anger, oft, and half in play, | |
| Thou hast pursued with thy white showers of foam. | |
| Thy waters daily will besiege the home | 10 |
| I loved among the rocks; but there will be | |
| No laughing cry to hail thy victory, | |
| Such as was wont to greet thee when I fled, | |
| With hurried footsteps and averted head, | |
| Like fallen monarch, from my venturous stand, | 15 |
| Chased by thy billows far along the sand. | |
| And when at eventide thy warm waves drink | |
| The amber clouds that in their bosom sink, | |
| When sober twilight over thee has spread | |
| Her purple pall, when the glad day is dead, | 20 |
| My voice no more will mingle with the dirge | |
| That rose in mighty moaning from thy surge, | |
| Filling with awful harmony the air, | |
| When thy vast soul and mine were joined in prayer. | |
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