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A MELODY.
The wings of the melody take me
Speeding back to the place
Where last the light did forsake me,
The light of my true love's face,
The waves of the melody wake me,
And her sweet image I trace;
Speeding back to the place
Where last the light did forsake me,
The light of my true love's face,
The waves of the melody wake me,
And her sweet image I trace;
Trace as when last I saw it,
The face of a goddess, a queen,
Teeth of the years shall not gnaw it,
For ever as it hath been
In the past, without freckle or flaw, it
By eyes of my mind shall be seen;
The face of a goddess, a queen,
Teeth of the years shall not gnaw it,
For ever as it hath been
In the past, without freckle or flaw, it
By eyes of my mind shall be seen;
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Well I remember the night when
Last met hands of us twain,
Dark was it, gone was the light then,
Pleasure made way for pain,
Morning will beam on my sight when
My Sun-queen shineth again!
Last met hands of us twain,
Dark was it, gone was the light then,
Pleasure made way for pain,
Morning will beam on my sight when
My Sun-queen shineth again!
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