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SONG.
The first and loveliest star of even
Shines on me with its first sweet light:
O thou, to whom my heart is given,
What visions haunt thy soul to-night?
Shines on me with its first sweet light:
O thou, to whom my heart is given,
What visions haunt thy soul to-night?
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Dost thou, as this soft twilight steals
So mildly over hill and plain,
Think of the hour we parted last,
And wish me by thy side again?
So mildly over hill and plain,
Think of the hour we parted last,
And wish me by thy side again?
I ask not that thy love should be
As deep, as trusting as my own,
I do not ask that thou shouldst feel
All that my woman's heart has known:
As deep, as trusting as my own,
I do not ask that thou shouldst feel
All that my woman's heart has known:
But if, for every thousand times
My spirit fondly turns to thee,
One thought of thine to me is given,
I doubt not thy fidelity.
My spirit fondly turns to thee,
One thought of thine to me is given,
I doubt not thy fidelity.
For me, when on the hills alone,
Or treading through the noisy mart,
There is no time, there is no place,
But thou art with me in my heart.
Or treading through the noisy mart,
There is no time, there is no place,
But thou art with me in my heart.
I only think upon the past,
Or dream of happier days to be,
And every hope and every fear
Is something hoped or feared for thee.
Or dream of happier days to be,
And every hope and every fear
Is something hoped or feared for thee.
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