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Fly away! thou heavenly one! -- / I do hail thee on thy flight! / Sorrow? thou hath tasted none -- / Perfect joy is yourn by right. / Fly away! and bear our love / To thy kith and kin above!
I can tetch thy finger-tips / Ca'mly, and bresh back the hair / From thy forr'ed with my lips, / And not leave a teardrop thare. -- / Weep fer _Tomps and Ruth_ -- and _me_ -- / But I can not weep fer _thee_.