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I know not what came o'er me in the tumult of that hour—
There were burning thoughts within me—of passion and of power!
How sweetly throbbed my bosom, as I listened to thy lay,
But my peace of heart was over, ere the last note died away!
There were burning thoughts within me—of passion and of power!
How sweetly throbbed my bosom, as I listened to thy lay,
But my peace of heart was over, ere the last note died away!
I know not what came o'er me 'mid that hushed and listening band,
As I strove to nerve the spirit that thy music had unmann'd.
I heard some murmured praises—and thy low and sweet replies—
While harp—and throng—and singer—all swam before my eyes!
As I strove to nerve the spirit that thy music had unmann'd.
I heard some murmured praises—and thy low and sweet replies—
While harp—and throng—and singer—all swam before my eyes!
The siren-song was ended—and I paused to ask thy name—
At the memory of that moment, even now, I blush for shame;
But the wild blood of my boyhood throbbed at my bosom's core—
I heard that thou wert wedded—and fainted on the floor!
At the memory of that moment, even now, I blush for shame;
But the wild blood of my boyhood throbbed at my bosom's core—
I heard that thou wert wedded—and fainted on the floor!
The time is past and over—and my dreams have changed since then—
I have learned to mask my spirit, in my intercourse with men!
But the feelings of that moment—unconscious of control—
Still send their glowing current like lava through my soul!
I have learned to mask my spirit, in my intercourse with men!
But the feelings of that moment—unconscious of control—
Still send their glowing current like lava through my soul!
