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Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights

A Gift of Love for the Beautiful

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THE EXILE'S LAMENT.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

THE EXILE'S LAMENT.

My early love, my early love,
Thy music once was sweet!
But now, alas! my early love,
We never more shall meet!
Ah! how my heart doth beat
To see again my early love,
Whose music once was sweet;
But now, alas! my early love,
We never more shall meet!
My early love, my early love,
Thy soul can never know
The sod that hides thy wandering Dove
In this wide world below!
Ah! how my tears do flow,
To see again my early love,
Whose soul can never know
The sod that hides her wandering Dove
In this wide world below!
Ah! no, no, no—
Can never, never know
The sod that hides her wandering Dove
In this wide world below!
1830.