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Lyrics and Legends.
That voice of music, and that face
That made the world an empty place
For me, to me, when out of sight
And sound and touch they vanished quite?
Where did you go? O love, come back
One moment down that shadowed track,
And give me news, and tell me where,
What way your wandering steps did fare;
And if some tender hand did lead,
Some voice did soothe, perhaps, at need,
So that you missed not overmuch,
In that strange hour, my voice and touch.
Ah, never had I failed before
To follow where your footsteps bore,
Or by your side to hold my way—
Ah, never yet, until that day,
