Rosalie

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Rosalie
by Washington Allston

O, pour upon my soul again
    That sad, unearthly strain,
That seems from other worlds to plain;
Thus falling, falling from afar,
As if some melancholy star
Had mingled with her light her sighs,
    And dropped them from the skies.

No - never came from aught below
    This melody of wo,
That makes my heart to overflow
As from a thousand gushing springs
Unknown before; that with it brings
This nameless light - if light it be -
    That veils the world I see.

For all I see around me wears
    The hue of other spheres;
And something blent of smiles and tears
Comes from the very air I breathe.
O, nothing, sure, the stars beneath,
Can mould a sadness like to this -
    So like angelic bliss.

So, at that dreamy hour of day
    When the last lingering ray
Stops on the highest loud to play -
So thought the gentle Rosalie
As on her maiden revery
First fell the strain of him who stole
    In music to her soul.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.