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Thomas Hood - "She`s Up and Gone, the Graceless Girl"
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She`s up and gone, the graceless girl, 
And robb`d my failing years! 
My blood before was thin and cold 
But now `tis turn`d to tears;— 
My shadow falls upon my grave, 
So near the brink I stand, 
She might have stay`d a little yet, 
And led me by the hand! 
Aye, call her on the barren moor, 
And call her on the hill: 
`Tis nothing but the heron`s cry, 
And plover`s answer shrill; 
My child is flown on wilder wings 
Than they have ever spread, 
And I may even walk a waste 
That widen`d when she fled. 
Full many a thankless child has been, 
But never one like mine; 
Her meat was served on plates of gold, 
Her drink was rosy wine; 
But now she`ll share the robin`s food, 
And sup the common rill, 
Before her feet will turn again 
To meet her father`s will!
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