II.

Yes: I prayed she might send me a message;

One word from her mansion of bliss;

One ray from her features angelic:

From her sweet lips the saintliest kiss;

And I question the wind, as it wanders

As though from the regions above,

But it whispers in sadness, and brings me

From the absent no message of love.

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