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A SONG
[Maid of the yet unconquered heart]
Maid of the yet unconquered heart,
My siege to thee alone is set;
Love hath no secret shaft or dart,
No web of smiles, no cunning net,
But I will storm his arsenal
To make thy virgin fortress fall.
My siege to thee alone is set;
Love hath no secret shaft or dart,
No web of smiles, no cunning net,
But I will storm his arsenal
To make thy virgin fortress fall.
Maid of inviolate snow, beware!
With trench and mine and ev'ry test
To lull the foe, or speak her fair,
I march to my desire of rest:
Nor shall the clang of war's alarms
Hush till I find me in thine arms!
With trench and mine and ev'ry test
To lull the foe, or speak her fair,
I march to my desire of rest:
Nor shall the clang of war's alarms
Hush till I find me in thine arms!
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