<h3><SPAN name="A_HILL_SONG" name="A_HILL_SONG"></SPAN>A HILL SONG.</h3>
<p>Hills where once my love and I
<br/>Let the hours go laughing by!
<br/>All your woods and dales are sad,—
<br/>You have lost your Oread.
<br/>Falling leaves! Silent woodlands!
<br/>Half your loveliness is fled.
<br/>Golden-rod, wither now!
<br/>Winter winds, come hither now!
<br/>All the summer joy is dead.
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<br/>There's a sense of something gone
<br/>In the grass I linger on.
<br/>There's an under-voice that grieves
<br/>In the rustling of the leaves.
<br/>Pine-clad peaks! Rushing waters!
<br/>Glens where we were once so glad!
<br/>There's a light passed from you,
<br/>There's a joy outcast from you,—
<br/>You have lost your Oread.</p>
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