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STANZAS FOR MUSIC.
I
Never shall my heart forget thee,Come what may of joy or ill!
Love! the hour when first I met thee
Lives in memory still:
Beauty's hallowed light was o'er thee—
Music's spell was on thy tongue;
O! to see, was to adore thee,
Maid of Avinlonge.
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II
Maid, the shades of night are falling,The blest hour of love draws nigh;
Like the voice of Beauty calling,
Floats the bird-song by:
Though our fond hearts Fate should sever,
Darkly doom to pine alone,
Still as first they loved, for ever
Should our souls love on!
III
Though from dreams of Hope awaking,I can scorn Fate's ire to me—
Smile, though my own heart be breaking,
If Fate wounds not thee:
Never shall my lips deceive thee,
My devotion ne'er decline;
Dearest! until life shall leave me
My whole heart is thine.
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