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Softly sigh the winds of evening,
Through the lone sequester’d dell,
Where in calm and dreamless slumber,
Lies our darling Rosabel.
Like a flower she bloom’d in beauty,
Shedding sweetness all around;
Like a flower she droop’d and faded,
When we laid her in the ground.