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THE GONDOLA.
We do not speak but hearken
To softly plashing oars,
We watch the wide way darken
Between the lighted shores,
While sable-hulled and silver-prowed
Slide past the phantom boats,
And near and far, now low, now loud
A drifting music floats:
They only have one song to sing,
The song of youth and love and spring.
To softly plashing oars,
We watch the wide way darken
Between the lighted shores,
While sable-hulled and silver-prowed
Slide past the phantom boats,
And near and far, now low, now loud
A drifting music floats:
They only have one song to sing,
The song of youth and love and spring.
And where St. George's Island
Looms o'er the dark lagoon,
Slow through the rifts in sky-land
Sails up the golden moon;
Now I can see your shadowy hair,
And read your dreaming eyes,
So sweet, almost the old despair,
The dirge of memory dies;
Oh, only teach me to forget,
And I may learn to love you yet!
Looms o'er the dark lagoon,
Slow through the rifts in sky-land
Sails up the golden moon;
Now I can see your shadowy hair,
And read your dreaming eyes,
So sweet, almost the old despair,
The dirge of memory dies;
Oh, only teach me to forget,
And I may learn to love you yet!
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