I called you aloud
But I could hear only
The sound of the trees
Swinging in the wind;
I called you aloud
But I could hear only
The hoots of an owl that
In the light looked blind;
I called you aloud
And it echoed back to
Me from the hills standing
Erect at the far end;
I think you are gone
To a realm unknown
Not to return again or
May be to a new friend;
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