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   Beside the brook the boy reclined

    And wove his flowery wreath,

   And to the waves the wreath consigned —

    The waves that danced beneath.

   "So fleet mine hours," he sighed, "away

    Like waves that restless flow:

   And so my flowers of youth decay

    Like those that float below."

   "Ask not why I, alone on earth,

    Am sad in life's young time;

   To all the rest are hope and mirth

    When spring renews its prime.

   Alas! the music Nature makes,

    In thousand songs of gladness —

   While charming all around me, wakes

    My heavy heart to sadness."

   "Ah! vain to me the joys that break

    From spring, voluptuous are;

   For only one 't is mine to seek —

    The near, yet ever far!

   I stretch my arms, that shadow-shape

    In fond embrace to hold;

   Still doth the shade the clasp escape —

    The heart is unconsoled!"

   "Come forth, fair friend, come forth below,

    And leave thy lofty hall,

   The fairest flowers the spring can know

    In thy dear lap shall fall!

   Clear glides the brook in silver rolled,

    Sweet carols fill the air;

   The meanest hut hath space to hold

    A happy loving pair!"