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While sad suspense and chill delay Bereave my wounded soul of rest; New hopes, new fears, from day to day, By turns assail my lab'ring breast. My heart, which ardent love consumes, Throbs with each agonizing thought; So flutters with entangled plumes, The lark, in wily meshes caught., from the Arabic.

the dark and sunless caverns Where earth's waters dwell; By the palm-trees of the desert, Springeth forth a well. Still the shadow of its birth-place Rests upon the wave, Haunted with ancestral darkness, From its central cave.

Never does it know the sunshine, Dark it is and deep; In its silent depths at noontide Do the planets sleep. Round it lies the sculptured marble Of some ancient town, Long since, with its towers and temples, To the dust gone down.

Yet it shareth with the present; For the winds that pass, Catch its freshness, and around it    Grows the pleasant grass.