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[VI In her bodice there were lilies of the valley]
In her bodice there were lilies of the valley,
While we strolled the starlit lane between mossed bars;
All the valleys of the night seemed sown with lilies,
All the lilies at her bosom burned like stars.
While we strolled the starlit lane between mossed bars;
All the valleys of the night seemed sown with lilies,
All the lilies at her bosom burned like stars.
Now the valleys of the night, whene'er I search them,
Bear but melancholy splendours, proudly far;
And a Lily of the Valley of the Shadow
Is her lost face, that was once my pilot star!
Bear but melancholy splendours, proudly far;
And a Lily of the Valley of the Shadow
Is her lost face, that was once my pilot star!
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