  Gone! Gone till the end of the year, Gone, and the light gone with her and left me in shadow here! Gone—flitted away, Taken the stars from the night and the sun from the day! Gone, and a cloud in my heart, and a storm in the air! Flown to the east or the west, flitted I know not where! Down in the south is a flash and a groan; she is there! she is there! |
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