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SING ON.
Sing of the torch which set on fire,
This cold inactive heart,
When love is eager to retire,
Or on its wing depart;
Come back was whispered, oh come back,
Nor from my presence make one track!
This cold inactive heart,
When love is eager to retire,
Or on its wing depart;
Come back was whispered, oh come back,
Nor from my presence make one track!
Sing of the hours when I was young,
The partner of a maid,
When loves like streams flowed from my tongue,
Who had been long afraid;
Escort me timorous dandy come,
And bear the listening lady home!
The partner of a maid,
When loves like streams flowed from my tongue,
Who had been long afraid;
Escort me timorous dandy come,
And bear the listening lady home!
Sing of the blooms which lambent played,
O'er the fair garden's breast,
When fields were fresh in flowers arrayed,
And noontide called to rest;
When round I heard the insect hum,
The woodbine and the fragrant gum.
O'er the fair garden's breast,
When fields were fresh in flowers arrayed,
And noontide called to rest;
When round I heard the insect hum,
The woodbine and the fragrant gum.
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Sing of the time when first I rose,
Trembling for power to tell,
Nor dare the secret to disclose,
To one beloved so well;
Nor let one, lady, woo thee long,
Before I terminate my song.
Trembling for power to tell,
Nor dare the secret to disclose,
To one beloved so well;
Nor let one, lady, woo thee long,
Before I terminate my song.
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