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THE MAIDEN'S SONG.
I had a dream of my love last night,
When the moon was low and the stars shone bright
I saw as it seemed, a halo of white;
Encircled a swart damsel fair.
When the moon was low and the stars shone bright
I saw as it seemed, a halo of white;
Encircled a swart damsel fair.
Her voice was so clear and sweet did she sing,
Her fingers danced over each golden string,
As she sang to the time of Cupid's bright dart.
And each note seemed to pierce through my heart,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
Her fingers danced over each golden string,
As she sang to the time of Cupid's bright dart.
And each note seemed to pierce through my heart,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
Her teeth were as white as the snow flakes that fall;
Her delicate form was graceful and tall;
Her vesture was purple and curled was her hair,
So sweet was her music that echoed in air;
But I knew not the song that she sang.
Her delicate form was graceful and tall;
Her vesture was purple and curled was her hair,
So sweet was her music that echoed in air;
But I knew not the song that she sang.
Though she stood in the distance, plain my eyes could behold,
Her jewels of sapphire, of rubies, and gold;
So gently and sweet did her tender voice flow;
Her music was sweet, and her music was low,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
Her jewels of sapphire, of rubies, and gold;
So gently and sweet did her tender voice flow;
Her music was sweet, and her music was low,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
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She sang with that ease and melodious grace,
Belonging to none but our Ethiope race;
And her dark eyes shone bright,
With a sweet, calm, delight,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
Belonging to none but our Ethiope race;
And her dark eyes shone bright,
With a sweet, calm, delight,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
I asked for the song, at the sweet, closing strain,
She smiled with a bow and sang it again,
So sweet and so soothing her love-song did sound
And sweeter the notes reechoed around;
But I knew not the song that she sang.
She smiled with a bow and sang it again,
So sweet and so soothing her love-song did sound
And sweeter the notes reechoed around;
But I knew not the song that she sang.
I looked on the beauty her form did embrace,
That angelic smile, on her fair swarthy face;
Enamored, I asked for her heart and her hand,
Embarassed, she fled to a far away land,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
That angelic smile, on her fair swarthy face;
Enamored, I asked for her heart and her hand,
Embarassed, she fled to a far away land,
But I knew not the song that she sang.
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