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"SELMA."

I will stand once more beside thee,
 I will visit thee in dreams,
I will hear the music of thy voice,
 In never failing streams;
I will search for shy forget-me-nots,
 Through marshes wet and low,
And climb the rocky cliffs to where
 The wild blue violets grow.

I will challenge distant echo,
 Till my voice hath lost its sound,
And the Ariel-foe is silent too,
 In all the rocks around.
I will bathe once more my fevered brow
 In thy transparent waves;
I will smile with thee on living ones,
 And weep beside thy graves.

Alas! for old affection!
 Shall I call for it in vain,
Will it send no echo to my soul,
 No answer back again?