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SERMENT D'AMOUR.
Maia, I swear, dear, by the turtle dove,
That, fond and constant, knows no second love;
By those fix'd stars, that ne'er desert the heaven
To which in night and gloom their light is given;
By the fond flower, which, till his course is run,
Ne'er turns its gaze from off its god, the sun;
And by that sun, which still sleeps with the sea,
I will be true to thee!
That, fond and constant, knows no second love;
By those fix'd stars, that ne'er desert the heaven
To which in night and gloom their light is given;
By the fond flower, which, till his course is run,
Ne'er turns its gaze from off its god, the sun;
And by that sun, which still sleeps with the sea,
I will be true to thee!
By the fond ivy, which, though storms o'erwhelm,
Still faithful clings around its darling elm;
By those fierce tides, which still disdain all sway
But the bright moon it joys them to obey;
By that sweet light, which still with morning glows;
And by the fragrance which ne'er leaves the rose;
By all things that in nature constant be,
I will be true to thee!
Still faithful clings around its darling elm;
By those fierce tides, which still disdain all sway
But the bright moon it joys them to obey;
By that sweet light, which still with morning glows;
And by the fragrance which ne'er leaves the rose;
By all things that in nature constant be,
I will be true to thee!
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