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 Dark Corcovado! did I not,
 * With heart and soul aflame,

Carve on thy broad, monarchal brow
 * Her wildly-worshipped name—

Watching the homeward ships scud by
 * Before the nimble breeze,

Till memory with them wept away
 * Beyond the tropic seas!

Years, years had died, and once again
 * I saw the spires of home;

Then, armed with an undying hope,
 * I stood beneath this dome.

But not within the pillared aisle,
 * Nor by the sacred sign,

Could my bewildered eyes behold
 * The loveliness of thine.

The sad November days had come,
 * And eagerly I fled

To find thee where the maidens deck
 * The kingdoms of the dead;

I found thee—yes, I found thee, love,
 * Beneath the willow tree—

With marble cross and immortelle
 * And one word—“Leonie!”