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- What can that be
- That shines so bright?
- What a ray streams
- From the ash-tree’s stem!
- My eyes that saw not
- See the bright flash;
Gay as laughter it gleams.
- How the radiant light
- Illumes my heart!
- Is it the look
- That lingered behind,
- Yonder clinging,
- When forth from the hall
The lovely woman went?
[From this point the fire gradually goes out.
- Darkly the shadows
- Covered my eyes,
- Till her shining glance
- Over me gleamed,
Bringing me warmth and day.
- Gay and splendid
- The sun appeared,
- And blissfully circled
With glory my head——
Till by the hills it was hid.
[The fire flickers up faintly again.
But once more, ere it set,
Bright it shone upon me,
And the ancient ash-tree’s stem
Was lit by its golden glow.
- The splendour passes,
- The light grows dim,
- Shadowy darkness
- Falls and enshrouds me;
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