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Elaine
Art thou gone for ever, Elaine,
Thou with the starry eyes
In a twilight of tangled hair?
In the lonely night I complain,
Till the memoried moon arise,
With her lesson of dumb despair.
Thou with the starry eyes
In a twilight of tangled hair?
In the lonely night I complain,
Till the memoried moon arise,
With her lesson of dumb despair.
Oh! for thy voice to calm
My heart that so beats astray,—
Set it to rhythm aright!
Oh! for thy love to balm
The wounds of the warring day,
And the fever of friendless night!
My heart that so beats astray,—
Set it to rhythm aright!
Oh! for thy love to balm
The wounds of the warring day,
And the fever of friendless night!
Would I had taken Elaine,
Kissed the two starry eyes,
Tangled the tangled hair;
Laughed for a day at pain;
Ceased for a day to be wise;
And let the silly world stare.
Kissed the two starry eyes,
Tangled the tangled hair;
Laughed for a day at pain;
Ceased for a day to be wise;
And let the silly world stare.
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