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MY TRUE LOVE BRIGHT.
I
The winds were stayed in their endless flight,O'er storied valley and mountain height,
As I sat me down with a wild delight
To think an hour on my true love bright.
II
My true love bright dwells far away;My true love hears not her minstrel's lay;
Yet I know, oh! I know that she ne'er will stray
From the love she plighted that winter day.
III
The glittering stars that hang on highHave beams like the beams of my true love's eye;
When I speak to my love, her words reply
Like an angel's song in the crystal sky.
IV
The lily flower by the wave-lit strandIs white, like the white of my true love's hand,
And a rose doth smile in some golden land
Like the smiles of my love so sweet and bland.
V
In Paradise by a blest stream's shore,The amaranth bloometh for evermore;
That flower will wither and die before
I cease to love, or my maid adore.
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VI
And golden noon and starred midnightGo my thoughts to her, like the fleet wind's flight;
For evermore with a wild delight
I fondly think on my true love bright.
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