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AN EMIGRANT
Usque adeo quiddam proprium notumque requirit.
Is she asleep, asleep
Alone, in fair far land?
With murmuring lulled that deep
And shadowy waters keep
Fast by the flower-lit strand,
Is she asleep, asleep?
Alone, in fair far land?
With murmuring lulled that deep
And shadowy waters keep
Fast by the flower-lit strand,
Is she asleep, asleep?
If she awake, awake
On bliss-embowering shore,
Be sure her heart will break
For the old sad voices' sake
That reach to her no more,
If she must wake, must wake.
On bliss-embowering shore,
Be sure her heart will break
For the old sad voices' sake
That reach to her no more,
If she must wake, must wake.
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Ah! guard her dream, her dream,
Though songs call blithe and clear
About the enchanted stream;
Lest reft in sooth she seem
Of all she loves to hear,
Rest she adream, adream.
Though songs call blithe and clear
About the enchanted stream;
Lest reft in sooth she seem
Of all she loves to hear,
Rest she adream, adream.
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