Detdiar sidj as efterluket wurden.
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Spring, then, at my song !
Let us haste away !
Rest thou may'st not here !
Wolves are ever near !
See, there flies the ern !
Blest the winged indeed !
See yon cloudlet speed !
Were I on it borne,
I had now erewhile
Seen thy far-off smile.
Thou, this heart that hast
Quickly made thy prey —
Thus the wild deer they
To the tame make fast —
Cataract-strong to thee
Down thou drawest me !
Since thy face I've known,
Thoughts by thousands flit