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She droop'd upon the harp; still paused the crowd,Witch'd by the thrilling sweetness of her song;
And tears had fall'n on many a bosom proud;
For music has the key of memory,
And thoughts and visions buried deep and long,
Come at the summons of its sweetness nigh!
The silence broke with one relieving sigh.
At length the loud applause awoke, but she,
Before whose feet the gems and gold were flung,
Still on the harp, dejected, fainting, hung.
Sebastian caught her sinking: he had heard
And seen what plunged his soul in reverie,
And now he held her dying! From her eye
A slow tear stole: her startled glance was rear'd
To his stoop'd brow. He felt a shudder run
Through her faint frame:—her gesture said, begone.
His sick heart sank! he left her to the care,
That press'd around with balm and essence rare,
Gave one wild glance, and fled, and was alone.
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