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Hills where once my love and I / Let the hours go laughing by! / All your woods and dales are sad, -- / You have lost your Oread. / Falling leaves! Silent woodlands! / Half your loveliness is fled. / Golden-rod, wither now! / Winter winds, come hither now! / All the summer joy is dead.
There's a sense of something gone / In the grass I linger on. / There's an under-voice that grieves / In the rustling of the leaves. / Pine-clad peaks! Rushing waters! / Glens where we were once so glad! / There's a light passed from you, / There's a joy outcast from you, -- / You have lost your Oread.