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[Across the waters, through the void of night]
Across the waters, through the void of night,My spirit sends its last despairing cry.
One moment poised, as in the act to fly,
With arms outstretched, and heart that yearns for flight,
I bend towards thee. O! hear me, ere the bright
And happy impulse fades beneath the eye
Of outraged pride, and self-love sullenly
Resumes his sceptre! Hear me, ere the blight,
With which thy falsehood cankered me, shall fall,
Like God's dread judgment, and the clinging stain
Add to my sorrow,—pain begot on pain!
O, faithless Love! O, perjured heart! O, all
Unworthy, yet all loved! if vain my call,
Rest, dream, forget!—I shall not call again.
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