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    “The Voice”

    Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me,

    Saying that now you are not as you were

    When you had ged from the one who was all to me,

    But as at first, when our day was fair.

    it be you that I hear? Let me view you, then,

    Standing as when I drew o the town

    Where you would wait for me: yes, as I knew you then,

    Even to the inal air-blue gown!

    Or is it only the breeze, in its listlessness

    Travelling across the wet mead to me here,