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through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home
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she'stood in tears amid the alien corn
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The same that oft- times hath
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charm d magic casements, opening on the foam
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of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn
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Forlorn! The very word is like a bell
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to toll me back from thee to my sole self!
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Adieu! The fancy cannot cheat so well
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as she is fam d to do, deceiving elf
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Adieu! Adieu! Thy plaintive anthem fades
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past the near meadows, over the still stream
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up the hill- side, and now tis buried deep