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XXXII.
SONG.
“I know thy beauty; summer dreamsHave shown me forms that look'd like thine.
I've seen thee in the sunset beams;
I've loved thee as a thing divine.
How have I shunn'd thee! but thine eye
Hangs o'er me, like a watching sphere,
Star of my solitary sky.
Where'er my spirit turns, 't is there.
For life, for death, the chain is twined;
Thou'rt in my mind, thou art my mind.”
The song subsided, but the closing tone
Woke memories wild and sweet. The sound was gone—
Yet still it strangely linger'd in his ear.
He look'd to heaven as if its clouds might bear
The white-wing'd minstrel of those strains divine.
He look'd around, but all was solitude,
No shadow wander'd by the evening vine.
A moment, in bewilder'd thought he stood,
Saw the wind shake th'Alhambra's weedy pall,
Ponder'd no more, but rush'd within the wall.
Woke memories wild and sweet. The sound was gone—
Yet still it strangely linger'd in his ear.
He look'd to heaven as if its clouds might bear
The white-wing'd minstrel of those strains divine.
He look'd around, but all was solitude,
No shadow wander'd by the evening vine.
A moment, in bewilder'd thought he stood,
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Ponder'd no more, but rush'd within the wall.
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