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PoemsThe Flute
From Halali Hark what, now loud, now low, the pining flute complains, Without tongue, yellow-cheeked, full of winds that wail and sigh; Saying, Sweetheart! the old mystery remains,- If I am I; thou, thou; or thou art I?