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NO MORE!
No more—Oh! it must be no more—
That precious dreaming o'er that precious love!
Must, then, such mighty happiness be o'er—
And must my heart wail like a wounded dove
No more?—Oh! it must be no more!
That precious dreaming o'er that precious love!
Must, then, such mighty happiness be o'er—
And must my heart wail like a wounded dove
No more?—Oh! it must be no more!
Ne'er shall I know its kindling might again!—
That heart-quake of young passion in its power;
But faintly droop as flowers beneath the rain—
And die in dreams of that last meeting-hour
No more!—Oh! it must be no more!
That heart-quake of young passion in its power;
But faintly droop as flowers beneath the rain—
And die in dreams of that last meeting-hour
No more!—Oh! it must be no more!
And Spring is here, bewilderingly bright—
A laughing world of sunshine and of rose
Greets every where the heart, and thought, and sight;
But all in vain—nought brings me now repose,
No more!—Oh! it must be no more!
A laughing world of sunshine and of rose
Greets every where the heart, and thought, and sight;
But all in vain—nought brings me now repose,
No more!—Oh! it must be no more!
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Oh! the unburied dreams that haunt my mind;
Spring! with thy scent-charged flowers do thou enchain,
Nor let me mourn heart-wasted, unresigned,
What mourning never can bring back again;
No more!—Oh! it must be no more!
Spring! with thy scent-charged flowers do thou enchain,
Nor let me mourn heart-wasted, unresigned,
What mourning never can bring back again;
No more!—Oh! it must be no more!
Past—perished—now—for evermore—and past—
That costly consciousness of answered love!
Let my heart tremble into rest at last,
And wear the chains it unsuspecting wove!
No more!—Oh! hope must be no more!
That costly consciousness of answered love!
Let my heart tremble into rest at last,
And wear the chains it unsuspecting wove!
No more!—Oh! hope must be no more!
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