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SONG.
As o'er her loom the Lesbian Maid
In love-sick languor hung her head,
Unknowing where her fingers stray'd,
She weeping turn'd away, and said,
“Oh, my sweet Mother—'tis in vain—
“I cannot weave, as once I wove—
“So wilder'd is my heart and brain
“With thinking of that youth I love!”
In love-sick languor hung her head,
Unknowing where her fingers stray'd,
She weeping turn'd away, and said,
“Oh, my sweet Mother—'tis in vain—
“I cannot weave, as once I wove—
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“With thinking of that youth I love!”
Again the web she tried to trace,
But tears fell o'er each tangled thread;
While, looking in her mother's face,
Who watchful o'er her lean'd, she said,
“Oh, my sweet Mother—'tis in vain—
“I cannot weave, as once I wove—
“So wilder'd is my heart and brain
“With thinking of that youth I love!”
But tears fell o'er each tangled thread;
While, looking in her mother's face,
Who watchful o'er her lean'd, she said,
“Oh, my sweet Mother—'tis in vain—
“I cannot weave, as once I wove—
“So wilder'd is my heart and brain
“With thinking of that youth I love!”
The Poetical Works of Thomas Moore | ||