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THOU WERT NOT THERE.
Thou wert not there—I knew full well
Ere yet mine eyes had glanc'd around,
My heart, more swift than sight, could tell
Its life, its love, was there not found!
So charmless grew the festive room,
And cheerless each familiar spot;
For, oh! the sunlight is but gloom—
Where thou art not!
Ere yet mine eyes had glanc'd around,
My heart, more swift than sight, could tell
Its life, its love, was there not found!
So charmless grew the festive room,
And cheerless each familiar spot;
For, oh! the sunlight is but gloom—
Where thou art not!
Thou wert not there, the music seem'd
To wail thine absence to mine ear,
I mov'd along as one that dream'd;—
'Midst beauty, saw no beauty near!
And lonely from the brilliant room
I turn'd and mourn'd my hapless lot,
For oh! the brightest spot is gloom
Where thou art not!
To wail thine absence to mine ear,
I mov'd along as one that dream'd;—
'Midst beauty, saw no beauty near!
And lonely from the brilliant room
I turn'd and mourn'd my hapless lot,
For oh! the brightest spot is gloom
Where thou art not!
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