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Rarely, rarely, comest thou, / Spirit of Delight! / Wherefore hast thou left me now / Many a day and night? / Many a weary night and day / 'Tis since thou art fled away.
How shall ever one like me / Win thee back again? / With the joyous and the free / Thou wilt scoff at pain. / Spirit false! thou hast forgot / All but those who need thee not.