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The Promise of Helen
Whom hast thou longed for most,
True love of mine?
Whom hast thou loved and lost?
Lo, she is thine!
True love of mine?
Whom hast thou loved and lost?
Lo, she is thine!
She that another wed
Breaks from her vow;
She that hath long been dead
Wakes for thee now.
Breaks from her vow;
She that hath long been dead
Wakes for thee now.
Dreams haunt the hapless bed,
Ghosts haunt the night;
Life crowns her living head,
Love and delight.
Ghosts haunt the night;
Life crowns her living head,
Love and delight.
Nay, not a dream nor ghost,
Nay, but divine,
She that was loved and lost
Waits to be thine!
Nay, but divine,
She that was loved and lost
Waits to be thine!
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