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I. Young man with the keen blue eyes, / Clear and bold! / Why, as thou dost fare, / With so searching air, / Scannest thou each face thou dost behold, / Each small flower, faint-coloured like the skies, / Growing by the way? Why gazest thou / O'er the round hill's brow?
"Ah, in every bearded face, / Looking deep, / My heart's friend seek I! / In each maiden shy / My heart's dearest, dreamed upon in sleep; / And in each fair flower a hope I trace; / And the hill may hide the flashing sea / That doth call to me!"