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Fare not too far, my own, / Down ways all strange and new, / For I must find alone, / The road that leads to you.
Enchantments may arise / To lure thy little feet, / And charm thy wondering eyes; -- / Yet, -- wait for me, my sweet!
Already Earth doth seem / A phantom place to me, / And thy far home of dream, / Is my reality.
So this is just "good-night"; -- / Some stars will rise and wane, -- / But sure as comes the light, / I'll be with thee again!