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THE SINGER.
So the throng stood still and listened
With expectant ears;
But the sweet-voiced singer faltered,
Full of doubts and fears,
And the soul-enchanting music
Failed in sobs and tears,—
Bitter sobs and tears!
With expectant ears;
But the sweet-voiced singer faltered,
Full of doubts and fears,
And the soul-enchanting music
Failed in sobs and tears,—
Bitter sobs and tears!
"Fairer than a morning blossom,
Gentler than a dove,
Purer than the sky when Hesper
Bares his brow above,—
Since you crave not Gold nor Glory,
Angel, sing for Love,—
Prithee sing for Love!"
Gentler than a dove,
Purer than the sky when Hesper
Bares his brow above,—
Since you crave not Gold nor Glory,
Angel, sing for Love,—
Prithee sing for Love!"
Then she sang, O most divinely
With no pause or that,—
Sang until the best and proudest
Lent an eager ear:
But the true soul of her music
Only one can hear,—
One alone can hear!
With no pause or that,—
Sang until the best and proudest
Lent an eager ear:
But the true soul of her music
Only one can hear,—
One alone can hear!
