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[SONG. When thou see'st the river brighten]
When thou see'st the river brighten
At the morning's gentle mien,
Think'st thou ne'er of what could heighten
Once the joy of such a scene?
When thou see'st the noon-cloud stainless
On the smooth hill cast its shade,
Canst thou think with bosom painless
Of a lone and absent maid?
At the morning's gentle mien,
Think'st thou ne'er of what could heighten
Once the joy of such a scene?
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On the smooth hill cast its shade,
Canst thou think with bosom painless
Of a lone and absent maid?
When thou see'st the light mists shining
O'er the mountain's purple swell,
Does no pensive form entwining
Still about thy bosom dwell?
Cease, my heart, such hopes to treasure
Sadly, treacherously, sweet—
Never more attuned to pleasure
May thy trembling pulses beat.
O'er the mountain's purple swell,
Does no pensive form entwining
Still about thy bosom dwell?
Cease, my heart, such hopes to treasure
Sadly, treacherously, sweet—
Never more attuned to pleasure
May thy trembling pulses beat.
When the blackened torrent's roaring
Welcome to the louring storm,
When no more the wild bird soaring
Views the heavens' altered form,
When the harmless boatman frighted
Whirling in the foam you see,
From the rocky shore, benighted,
'Tis the time to think of me.
Welcome to the louring storm,
When no more the wild bird soaring
Views the heavens' altered form,
When the harmless boatman frighted
Whirling in the foam you see,
From the rocky shore, benighted,
'Tis the time to think of me.
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