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 "My love, my all! My Angel—all! Why did she fall before we met? Why did my father cause her fall? My curse—" But grief within him set Stills further words—He stands erect, The dangling chains ring in the dark, While out the cell his roaming gaze Wanders beyond where the waters spark. Clouds hide the full moon's yellow blaze, Where shadows mountain tops enwrap, And stars arise upon night's lap. Upon the lake, the twinkling stars Flitter about like a liquid light. He keeps these changing sparks in sight While sorrow grates his soul's fresh scars. "How fair the night! How fair the skies! Behold the play of light and shade. And when 'tis day, my lifeless eyes Shall see no more this verdant glade. Just as the grayish cloud and haze Their darkened wings still further spread, Thus—" The captive falters, drops his gaze, The clanging chains new echoes raise, And then all's quiet, as if dead.

By now, from mount to mount the cloud— Spread like the wings of a giant bird— Sheathed the night within this shroud And darkness filled the wide, wide world. List! Past the hill, tones sweet and clear Rise through the darkness of the night; A trumpet fills the air with cheer, Bringing forth music's soft delight.