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HE song that o’er me hovered,
 * In summer’s hour, in summer’s hour,

To-day with joy has covered
 * My winter bower, my winter bower.

Blest be the lips that breathe it,
 * As mine have been, as mine have been,

When pressed in dreams beneath it,
 * To hers unseen, to hers unseen.

And may her heart, wherever
 * Its hope may be, its hope may be,

Beat happily, though never
 * To beat for me, to beat for me!

Is she a spirit given
 * One hour to earth, one hour to earth,

To bring me dreams from heaven,
 * Her place of birth, her place of birth?

Or minstrel maiden hidden,
 * Like cloistered nun, like cloistered nun,

A bud, a flower forbidden,
 * To air and sun, to air and sun?