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For never does the soft south wind
Steal o'er the hushed and lonely sea,
But it awakens in my mind
A thousand memories of thee.
Steal o'er the hushed and lonely sea,
But it awakens in my mind
A thousand memories of thee.
O! could I,—while these hours of dreams
Are gathering o'er the silent hills,
While every breeze a minstrel seems,
And every leaf a harp, that thrills—
Steal all unseen to some hushed place,
And kneeling 'neath those burning orbs,
For ever gaze on thy sweet face
Till seeing every sense absorbs,
And, singling out each blessed even
The star, that earliest lights the sea,
Forget another shines in heaven
While shines the one beloved by thee!
Are gathering o'er the silent hills,
While every breeze a minstrel seems,
And every leaf a harp, that thrills—
Steal all unseen to some hushed place,
And kneeling 'neath those burning orbs,
For ever gaze on thy sweet face
Till seeing every sense absorbs,
And, singling out each blessed even
The star, that earliest lights the sea,
Forget another shines in heaven
While shines the one beloved by thee!
Lost one! companion of the blest!
Thou who in purer air dost dwell,
Ere froze the life-drops in thy breast,
Or fled thy soul its mystic cell,
We passed on earth such hours of bliss
As none but kindred hearts can know,
And, happy in a world like this,
But dreamed of that, to which we go,
Till thou wert called in thy young years
To wander o'er that shoreless sea,
Thou who in purer air dost dwell,
Ere froze the life-drops in thy breast,
Or fled thy soul its mystic cell,
We passed on earth such hours of bliss
As none but kindred hearts can know,
And, happy in a world like this,
But dreamed of that, to which we go,
Till thou wert called in thy young years
To wander o'er that shoreless sea,
