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Play it again, dearest, play it again, That beautiful, delicate, favourite strain, Throbbing with heart-beats and pulsing with
 * love,

Sweet as the nightingale, tender as dove; Now lang’rous with longing, now whisp’ring
 * soft fears.

Now rapturous with passion, now melting
 * in tears.

Play it again for me, softly and low— Play as you played in the sweet long ago. Not only tho ivory keys do you press, But keys in my heart that you never would
 * guess

Would answer again to the touch of your
 * hand,

Like the quivering reeds you so fully
 * command.

Play it again in its sadness and sweetness, Play it once more in its grand incomplete­
 * ness.

Its tones may be true and its cadence
 * unbroken,

But it leaves us a longing that cannot be
 * spoken;