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TELL me, thou Star, whose wings of light | |
Speed thee in thy fiery flight, | |
In what cavern of the night | |
Will thy pinions close now? | |
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Tell me, Moon, thou pale and gray | 5 |
Pilgrim of heaven’s homeless way, | |
In what depth of night or day | |
Seekest thou repose now? | |
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Weary Mind, who wanderest | |
Like the world’s rejected guest, | 10 |
Hast thou still some secret nest | |
On the tree or billow? | |
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