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AIR.

TRANSLATION.

A queen is mistress of my soul;
I idolize
Her brilliant eyes,
Love's sceptres which all hearts controul;
And when tow'rd me their ardent fires they turn,
Love's flames within my breast more furious burn.
Were I but sov'reign of the sky,
Her love might be
Conferr'd on me,
And I unheeded should not sigh;
But as I am, in silence I must feel
Love's sacred flame, and yet that flame conceal.