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me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou recall to my heart, papeeha, Dreams of delight that are gone, When swift to my side came the feet of my lover With stars of the dusk and the dawn? I see the soft wings of the clouds on the river, And jewelled with raindrops the mango-leaves quiver, And tender boughs flower on the plain. . . . But what is their beauty to me, papeeha, Beauty of blossom and shower, papeeha, That brings not my lover again?

Tell me no more of thy love, papeeha, Wouldst thou revive in my heart, papeeha, Grief for the joy that is gone? 23