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[SONG. The sad sable robe evermore shall adorn me]
The sad sable robe evermore shall adorn me,
My locks long and wild in the dark winds shall wave.
I saw him, he parted, he looked not upon me,
And cold was his hand as the dew on the grave.
My locks long and wild in the dark winds shall wave.
I saw him, he parted, he looked not upon me,
And cold was his hand as the dew on the grave.
Oh! what filled that heart with despair's fell consuming,
And sapped the warm glow of that cheek, but my pride?
Like the hopes they expressed, sweetly fair and half blooming,
The last flowers he plucked on this cruel breast died.
And sapped the warm glow of that cheek, but my pride?
Like the hopes they expressed, sweetly fair and half blooming,
The last flowers he plucked on this cruel breast died.
I'll strew my lone couch, and the shrubs of his rearing
Shall drop their soft tears on this earth-pillowed head.
The damp breeze of midnight shall seek me unfearing,
The moaning branch whisper “he loved thee—he's dead.”
Shall drop their soft tears on this earth-pillowed head.
The damp breeze of midnight shall seek me unfearing,
The moaning branch whisper “he loved thee—he's dead.”
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