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JOSÈ ZORRILLA.
Murmurs the fountain's freshening spring,
Beneath its crystal veil,
And the angelic turtles sing
Their tender mournful tale;
The love-sick dove the morning light
Drinks with enraptured throat,
Mixing the balmy air so bright
With her unequal note.
Paces the while the noble youth
The garden's paths along,
And lowly sings, his soul to soothe,
His love-inspiring song;
"O! soundless midnight hour, again
Come with thy kindly shade,
When rest thy old from cares, and when
Duenna's voice is stay'd;
For then, while they in slumber meet,
We two are waking nigh,
She on the grated window's seat,
And at its foot am I."
