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The Spell.
“Love's a pleasure, love's a treasure,
Why the joys of love withstand?”
Alf so pleadeth, Effie heedeth . . .
And what ails the lily-wand?
Why the joys of love withstand?”
Alf so pleadeth, Effie heedeth . . .
And what ails the lily-wand?
Lighter grow her airs and lighter;
Glances she would shun she seeks;
Brighter burn her eyes, and brighter
Burns the scarlet on her cheeks.
Glances she would shun she seeks;
Brighter burn her eyes, and brighter
Burns the scarlet on her cheeks.
Leaps her heart within her; cheerly
Smiles the earth in silence girt;
Dance the stars above, and rarely,
All in concord with her heart.
Smiles the earth in silence girt;
Dance the stars above, and rarely,
All in concord with her heart.
Redder than the rose a-blowing
Sinks she in her wooer's arms;
Many a mad, mad vow avowing
Melt they in each other's charms.
Sinks she in her wooer's arms;
Many a mad, mad vow avowing
Melt they in each other's charms.
For a season vanished reason—
Vanished to return and view
Loved and lover, now and ever,
Doom'd the spell of love to rue.
Vanished to return and view
Loved and lover, now and ever,
Doom'd the spell of love to rue.
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