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THE STARLET.
FROM THE DANISH OF STAFFELDT.
There stood a star in the heaven's blue,
And it sparkled so sweetly bright,
A milder glance I never knew,
And it filled me with delight.
And it sparkled so sweetly bright,
A milder glance I never knew,
And it filled me with delight.
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Methought all beauty and loveliness met
In its softly-twinkling beam;
I watched the bright star till I saw it set,
In a still and happy dream.
In its softly-twinkling beam;
I watched the bright star till I saw it set,
In a still and happy dream.
Each night 'mid the dew of the flowers I lay,
And intently gazed on the star,
Till the misty veil of the morning gray
Hung over the hills afar.
And intently gazed on the star,
Till the misty veil of the morning gray
Hung over the hills afar.
But since I have met thee, charmer dear,
The star has no longer my love;
I seek not the bliss that invites me here,
In the blue of the heaven above.
The star has no longer my love;
I seek not the bliss that invites me here,
In the blue of the heaven above.
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