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L'AMORE DOMINATORE.
I heard the maiden's twilight song,
It told me all her tale.
I saw an urn, and round it hung
An April diadem
Of flowers, telling they mourned one
Faded and fair like them.
I turned to tales of other days,
They spoke of breath and bloom;
And proud hearts that were bow'd by Love
Into an early tomb.
I heard of every suffering
That on this earth can be:
How can they call a sleeping child
A likeness, Love, of thee?
