  When sunlight faileth, & day’s glow is gone; When chill mist traileth Where warm splendour shone; When summer’s pleasure Dieth,—dieth too The transient treasure That with life up-grew & none may herit, Where then wilt thou turn, O vagrant spirit, That no home didst earn; When none replieth Of thy friends so true, When sweet Joy crieth ‘Adieu, love, adieu!’
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