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Song VI. THE IMPASSIONED WAVE.
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'Tis sweet upon the impassion'd waveTo hear the voice of music stealing,
And while the dark winds wildly rave,
To catch the genuine soul of feeling!
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Its dim, majestic beam is shedding,
And roseate tints of heavenly hue
Are through the midnight darkness spreading!
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So is it when the thrill of loveThrough every burning pulse is flowing;
And like the foliage of the grove,
A holy light on all bestowing!
O! never from this fever'd heart
Shall dreams on wings of gold be flying;
But e'en when life itself shall part,
I'll think on thee, sweet maid, though dying!
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'Twas thus, upon the mountain's height,Young Dermod sung his plaint of sorrow,
Regardless of the evening light,
That ushers in the gay to-morrow!
For love had of his cheek bereft
That smile—that glow—of joyous gladness,
And sympathy's cold sting had left
Nought there—but pale and gloomy sadness!
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