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Even as a miser counts his gold,
From that chamber, clothed in white,
All are scattered now and fled,
“ Forever -- never !
Never --- forever !”
Never here, forever there,
6 Forever - never !
Never - forever!'
THE ARROW AND THE SONG.
I shot an arrow into the air,
I breathed a song into the air,
Long, long afterward, in an oak