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[XVI. Faintly breathes the maiden's song]
Faintly breathes the maiden's song
Through the twilight grove;
Softly sweet it steals along; —
'T is the song of love.
Through the twilight grove;
Softly sweet it steals along; —
'T is the song of love.
Evening slumbers hushed and still;
Mute the hum of day:
Only winds the gurgling rill
Under flowers away.
Mute the hum of day:
Only winds the gurgling rill
Under flowers away.
Whispered voices echo far
Through the shadowy vale;
Glimmers by a twinkling star
Dian's crescent pale.
Through the shadowy vale;
Glimmers by a twinkling star
Dian's crescent pale.
Fade in darkness bush and tree:
Rock and wood grow dim:
Wide o'er plain and silent sea
Wavering phantoms swim.
Rock and wood grow dim:
Wide o'er plain and silent sea
Wavering phantoms swim.
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Still the maiden's murmured song
Trembles through the grove;
Steals, like spirit's breath, along;—
'T is the song of love.
Trembles through the grove;
Steals, like spirit's breath, along;—
'T is the song of love.
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