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a legend of the south.
When from Her father's castle
That maiden fair was seen
To glide, with noiseless footsteps,
Along the shadowy green.
That maiden fair was seen
To glide, with noiseless footsteps,
Along the shadowy green.
Is this the Baron's daughter,
The peerless Isabel,
Who wanders in the moonlight
Alone by lake and fell?
The peerless Isabel,
Who wanders in the moonlight
Alone by lake and fell?
Her lover's watching for her,
He's waited for her long,
With a heart of burning eloquence,
And lips and tone of song.
He's waited for her long,
With a heart of burning eloquence,
And lips and tone of song.
And oh! what wondrous tenderness
Is falling from his tongue,
And with what fond and earnest faith
Unto his words she clung.
Is falling from his tongue,
And with what fond and earnest faith
Unto his words she clung.
"Love me ever," said the maiden,
And her voice was soft and low,
Like the sighing of the south winds
Amid the myrtle's bough.
And her voice was soft and low,
Like the sighing of the south winds
Amid the myrtle's bough.
