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The dew of the night – It would weigh down your flight And true love caresses – O, leave them apart! They are light on the tresses, But lead on the heart.

Ligeia! Ligeia! My beautiful one! Whose harshest idea Will to melody run, O! is it thy will On the breezes to toss? Or, capriciously still, Like the lone Albatross, Incumbent on night (As she on the air) To keep watch with delight On the harmony there?

Ligeia! wherever Thy image may be,