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Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine.
A green isle in the sea, love,
A fountain and a shrine,
All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,
And all the flowers were mine.

But alas! alas! with me
The light of Life is o'er!
"No more, no more, no more
Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
Or the stricken eagle soar!"
(Such language holds the solemn sea
To the sands upon the shore.)

And all my days are trances,
And all my nightly dreams
Are where thy dark eye glances,
And where thy footstep gleams
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams,
In what ethereal dances,
By what eternal streams.

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