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[Voices arise—the sweet of tone]
Voices arise—the sweet of tone,
Emparadising even mine ear;
But my heart still is all alone,
Since thine—thine is not here.
Emparadising even mine ear;
But my heart still is all alone,
Since thine—thine is not here.
I hear soft words and softer notes,
Gushings of Song and Poetry—
The lark's strains, as he heavenward floats,
But mock Love's farewell words to me!
Gushings of Song and Poetry—
The lark's strains, as he heavenward floats,
But mock Love's farewell words to me!
Young shapes shine forth in Beauty's light,
As if to chide my wayward eye,
That can find none or fair or bright
But thine—or its loved memory!
As if to chide my wayward eye,
That can find none or fair or bright
But thine—or its loved memory!
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I see sweet glances—sweeter smiles,
Like summer-evening lightnings play;
Vainly for me they spread their wiles—
Thine—thine are far away!
Like summer-evening lightnings play;
Vainly for me they spread their wiles—
Thine—thine are far away!
And what is all of sweet or bright
To me, who to sad thoughts incline?
To whom the loveliest form of light
Is dim—near memory of thine?
To me, who to sad thoughts incline?
To whom the loveliest form of light
Is dim—near memory of thine?
Then O, fair aspects! voices sweet!
Emparadising eye and ear,
Forgive, if I forbear to greet—
Or greet ye with a tear!
Emparadising eye and ear,
Forgive, if I forbear to greet—
Or greet ye with a tear!
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