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[WHERE the green ivy twining]
WHERE the green ivy twining,
Binds round the ruin's brow,
I heard a voice complaining
In numbers sad and low.
Binds round the ruin's brow,
I heard a voice complaining
In numbers sad and low.
“Alas! she's gone for ever,
Now low in earth she lies;
And I, forlorn, shall never
Behold those speaking eyes.
Now low in earth she lies;
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Behold those speaking eyes.
“The pangs of grief beguiling,
She sooth'd our parting hour;
Amidst her tears soft smiling,
Like sunbeams thro' a shower.
She sooth'd our parting hour;
Amidst her tears soft smiling,
Like sunbeams thro' a shower.
“But, ah! she's gone for ever,
Now low in earth she lies;
And I, forlorn, must never
Behold those speaking eyes.”
Now low in earth she lies;
And I, forlorn, must never
Behold those speaking eyes.”
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