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FRAGMENTS.
There was a stranger sought our land,
A youth, who with a painter's hand
Traced our sweet valleys and our vines,
The moonlight on the ruined shrines,
And now and then the brow of pearl
And black eyes of the peasant girl:
We met and loved—ah, even now
My pulse throbs to recall that vow!
Our first kiss sealed, we stood beneath
The cypress-tree's funereal wreath,
That temple's roof. But what thought I
Of aught like evil augury!
I only felt his burning sighs,
I only looked within his eyes,
I saw no dooming star above,
There is such happiness in love!
