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MIDI File [3' 16", 24Kb] |
SAIDA enters and stands facing the DEVIL triumphantly. She has
cast away her outer
robe and is clad wholly in white. Her hair
streams luxuriantly to her waist, and upon
her face is the look
of fresh, virginal beauty.
| SAIDA (recit.) | ||
| Mine, mine at last! Poor vanquished slave, begone! | ||
| Say you my lord hath conquered? look on me! | ||
| That fading wreath of laurel he hath won | ||
| Vies not with beauty's crown of victory! | ||
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| What laggard steed doth carry | ||||
| My lord home to-day? | ||||
| Ah! wherefore doth he tarry | ||||
| So long upon the way? | ||||
| Knew he that beauty's flower | ||||
| Refashioned waits him here, | ||||
| Methinks each fleeting hour | ||||
| Would seem a lingering year! | ||||
| Ride on, my lord, ride on! | ||||
| Ride on, and thou shalt find | ||||
| Cheeks of whitest snow Where reddest roses grow |
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| O'er mounds of moulded pearl; | ||||
| Eyes of darkest jet Rimmed with violet, |
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| Tresses that unfurl | ||||
| Like banners in the wind | ||||
| Whereon the sun, the sun hath shone! | ||||
| Ride on, my lord! Ride on, ride on! |
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| Nay, though the crowd be thronging | ||||
| To kiss thy finger-tips, | ||||
| Ride on! these lips are longing, | ||||
| Sweet love, to greet thy lips. | ||||
| Then sheathe that sword thou bearest, | ||||
| Cast the laurel from thy brow; | ||||
| Those eyes that sought the fairest | ||||
| Shall behold the fairest now. | ||||
| Ride on, ride on! | ||||
| Sweet love, these lips are longing | ||||
| To greet thy lips. | ||||
| Ride on, ride on. These lips are longing, | ||||
| Sweet love, To greet thy lips. | ||||
| Ride on, my lord, ride on! | ||||
| Ride on! ride on! ride on! ride on! ride on! | ||||
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Page modified 16 October 2011