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No hope is mine, no comfort mine; for I
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No hope is mine, no comfort mine; for I
Am as an exile, and no pilgrim’s grace
Nerves my despair; I never can retrace
The paths I trod, though myriads pass me by,

Journeying, light-hearted, to the happy place
Whence I am driven. Thou, Nature, on whose face
I look for aid, dost close thy weary eye
Against my grief. The moon wanes in the sky,

The flowers dry up and perish, the great sea
Through all its land-locked arteries ebbs; the dew
Lies sickening on the blighted branch; no new

Creation opens with the spring: to me
There is no crescent moon, no bud, no view
Of refluent tides, no fruit, - nor will there be.
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