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AN IMAGE.
Sounds of music in the palace,
Festal lute and lyre,
Swelling in a sudden triumph
Higher still, and higher;
Sounds of dancers in their gladness,
Bounding through the hall;
Sounds of sweet young singing voices,
While through all, through all,
Steals the tinkling silvery music
Of the fountain's fall.
Festal lute and lyre,
Swelling in a sudden triumph
Higher still, and higher;
Sounds of dancers in their gladness,
Bounding through the hall;
Sounds of sweet young singing voices,
While through all, through all,
Steals the tinkling silvery music
Of the fountain's fall.
But that voice of exultation
Soon doth faint and die:
Riseth now a cry of mourning,
And fierce agony.
O'er the mirth, and o'er the revel,
Sinks the funeral pall,
And the funeral bell is tolling,
But through all, through all,
Steals the tinkling silvery music
Of the fountain's fall.
Soon doth faint and die:
Riseth now a cry of mourning,
And fierce agony.
O'er the mirth, and o'er the revel,
Sinks the funeral pall,
And the funeral bell is tolling,
But through all, through all,
Steals the tinkling silvery music
Of the fountain's fall.
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So, within the palace chambers
Of full many a heart,
One thought oftentimes doth linger
And will not depart.
Grief may moan or sadness languish,
Or bright joy befall,
That one thought is interwoven
Still through all, through all,
Like the tinkling silvery music
Of the fountain's fall.
Of full many a heart,
One thought oftentimes doth linger
And will not depart.
Grief may moan or sadness languish,
Or bright joy befall,
That one thought is interwoven
Still through all, through all,
Like the tinkling silvery music
Of the fountain's fall.
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