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81 drcam'd dream that ] had flung a cham
OF roses around l.oye-I woke and found
had ciain'd Sorrow"


have caught the last wave Of his snow-whitc


plume!


How f,st to night closes the evening gloom--
lb,ve heard the last sound of his horsc's feet
On wndi once more the echo repeat!
; shoukl no, weep thus, if thou vert gone
Away 10 tic battle, as oft thou hast done;
Or il wept, my tears would be
But voiceess prisons for thee.
Thou vert wont TO palt--rny scarf on thine


arm.


Afy last kiss laid on thy lips like a charm
could play and believe that Thy maiden's pray'r
Would be wtl. thee il b@ttie. and guard thee


there.


But now thou a,t gone 10 The festival.
To the crowded city, the lighted hall:
In tho courtly beau,l's shining bower,
Little thou'lt think Of thine own wild flower.
Thou wilt Join in the midnight saraband,
With thy graceful smile and thy Whisper bland;
And to many another thou wilt be,
All thou once wert TO only me.
Ymirht haze known what would be my share
Silent suffering, and secret care:
Imght haze flown my wonan's part
faded cheek, and rifed heart.
Often Tread in the minstreltale
How bright eyes grow dim, and rcd lips pale;
Ofthe tears that wall the fond maiden's lot,
But loved thee, and all but my love forgot.
And must this be, oh, heart of mine!
Why art thou not too proud to pine!
Again will wrcathe my raven hair
With the wild rose flowers it was wont to wear.
Again will enter my r;l4her's hall;
Again be the gaycst and gladest of all:
Like the falcon, that soars at her highest bound,
Though her bosom bears its red dea.h-wound.
But what boots it to teach my heart task
So vain, as weeping behind mask;
Broken, with only ruins to hide,
Little it rocks of the show of pride.
viii a smile bring back to my lip its red,
Orthe azure light from my blue eyes fed,
Eflace from the faded brow and cheek
The tale that tells my heart must break.
No! I will away to my solitude,
And hang my head in my darkest moodi
Passing away with silent sigh,
Unknown, unwept, and thus will die!
FAREWELL FAREWELL have but one prayer,
That no thought may haunt thee ofrny despair;
Be nv memory to thee pleasant thing,
An odour that came and passed with thy spring.
Forget mel would not have thee know
of the youth and bloom thy falseness laid low;
That the green grass grows, the Expresses wave
And the deatl-stone lies OH thy once loves grave


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