So Farewell. And If for Ever, Still for Ever Fare Ye Well
Quitting my horse, a cup with you I drank
And drinking, asked you whither you were bound.
Your hopes unprospered, said you, turned you round
To sleep amid the Range's outer ground.
You went I asked no more. The White Clouds pass,
And never yet have any limit found.
And drinking, asked you whither you were bound.
Your hopes unprospered, said you, turned you round
To sleep amid the Range's outer ground.
You went I asked no more. The White Clouds pass,
And never yet have any limit found.
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