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Then breathe thy love in music, that thy spirit
 May whisper to me through thine own sweet songs;
And though my coming life may soon resemble
 The desert-spots through which my steps will flee,
Though round thee then wild worshipers assemble,
My heart will triumph if thine own but tremble
      Still true to me.

Yet, not when on our bower the light reposes
 In golden glory, wilt .thou sigh for me,
Not when the young bee seeks the crimson roses
 And the far sunbeams tremble o'er the sea;
But when at eve the tender heart grows fonder,
 And the full soul with pensive love is fraught,
Then with wet lids o'er these sweet paths thou 'lt wander,
And, thrilled with love, upon my memory ponder
      With tender thought.

And when at times thy bird-like voice entrances
 The listening throng with some enchanting lay,
If I am near thee, let thy heavenly glances
 One gentle message to my heart convey;
I ask but this—a happier one has taken
 From my lone life the charm that made it dear;
I ask but this, and promise thee unshaken
To meet that look of love—but O! 't will waken
      Such raptures here!

And now farewell! farewell! I dare not lengthen
 These sweet sad moments out; to gaze on thee