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THE AGED BARD S WISH.
XXVIII.
He sings ! she listens silently —
Her heart pants to his tuneful breath-
Love gently speeds from eye to eye :
The stag stays listful on the heath.
XXIX.
The sound has ceased ! her bosom glows,
And heaves upon her lover's breast :
Her lips, fresh as the stainless rose,
Close to her lover's lips are press'd.
XXX.
May bliss await the lovely pair
Who woke my soul to lost delight !
Bliss to her soul, that beauteous fair—
The virgin of the ringlets bright I
XXXI.
Forsake me not : dream of joy !
Bring back, once more, th' ecstatic spell <
Thou wilt not hear : I sadly lie —
Mils beloved, farewell ! farewell !

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