To The Distant One

To The Distant One

AND have I lost thee evermore?

Hast thou,oh fair one,from me flown?

Still in mine ear sounds，as of yore[157]，

Thine ev’ry word,thine ev’ry tone.

As when at morn the wand’rer’s eye

Attempts to pierce the air in vain,

When，hidden in the azure[158]sky，

The lark high o’er him chaunts[159]his strain：

So do I cast my troubled gaze

Through bush,through forest,o’er the lea;

Thou art invoked by all my lays;

Oh,come then,loved one,back to me!

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