No wind, more forsook-sounding
O'er steppe's vastness blows
Than what is wailed a heart through
Day - shed: 'I miss you'.
No wind, more frightful to hear
O'er graveyard has blown
Than this, from out, more hopeless
Night - raised: 'love has flown! '
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