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Farewell to one now silenced quite,
Sent out of hearing, out of sight, --
My friend of friends, whom I shall miss.
He is not banished, though, for this, --
Nor he, nor sadness, nor delight.
Though I shall talk with him no more,
A low voice sounds upon the shore.
He must not watch my resting-place, / But who shall drive a mournful face / From the sad winds about my door?
I shall not hear his voice complain, / But who shall stop the patient rain? / His tears must not disturb my heart, / But who shall change the years, and part / The world from every thought of pain?
Although my life is left so dim, / The morning crowns the mountain-rim; / Joy is not gone from summer skies, / Nor innocence from children's eyes, / And all these things are part of him.
He is not banished, for the showers / Yet wake this green warm earth of ours.
How can the summer but be sweet? / I shall not have him at my feet, / And yet my feet are on the flowers.