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The Dedication.
I dreamed a star from unknown skies
Was shining on the narrow earth:
Or was the beauty from her eyes
The light that gave my spirit birth?
Was shining on the narrow earth:
Or was the beauty from her eyes
The light that gave my spirit birth?
I dreamed the spring caressed the flowers,
And sunshine danced about the tree:
Or was the light, its golden showers,
That soft perfume, thy modesty?
And sunshine danced about the tree:
Or was the light, its golden showers,
That soft perfume, thy modesty?
Across the sea thy beauty came
To this far shore so darkly chill;
But now a voice, how sweet! I hear,
And those pure eyes—I see them still,—
To this far shore so darkly chill;
But now a voice, how sweet! I hear,
And those pure eyes—I see them still,—
A richer hope and nobler traits,
The dowry of a splendid race,—
Oh let us ask the hurrying fates
To leave the spell in Liza's face!
The dowry of a splendid race,—
Oh let us ask the hurrying fates
To leave the spell in Liza's face!
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