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     Fare ye well, farewell!
  The creature-sounds, no longer audible,
     Expire at Eden's door!
     Each footstep of your treading
  Treads out some cadence which ye heard before:
     Farewell! the birds of Eden,
     Ye shall hear nevermore.

Flower-Spirits.
   We linger, we linger,
    The last of the throng!
   Like the tones of a singer
    Who loves his own song.
   We are spirit-aromas
    Of blossom and bloom;
   We call your thoughts home, as
    Ye breathe our perfume;
   To the amaranth's splendour
    Afire on the slopes;
   To the lily-bells tender,
    And grey heliotropes!
   To the poppy-plains, keeping
    Such dream-breath and blé,
   That the angels there stepping
    Grew whiter to see!
   To the nook, set with moly,
    Ye jested one day in,
   Till your smile waxed too holy,
    And left your lips praying!
   To the rose in the bower-place,
    That dripped o'er you sleeping;
   To the asphodel flower place,
    Ye walked ankle deep in!
   We pluck at your raiment,
    We stroke down your hair,—
   We faint in our lament,
    And pine into air.
     Fare ye well, farewell!