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Drink to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine, Or leave a kiss within the cup, and I'll not ask for wine The thirst that from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine, But might I of love's nectar sip, I would not change for thine.

Soft o'er the fountain, Ling'ring falls the southern moon; Far o'er the mountain, Breaks the day—too soon¡ In thy dark eyes' splendor, Where the warm light loves to dwell, Weary looks—yet tender—Speak their fond farewell! Nita¡ Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part. Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart.

When in thy dreaming Moons like these shall shine again And daylight beaming Prove thy dreams are vain; Wilt thou not relenting For thine absent lover sigh, In thy heart consenting—To a pray'r gone by? Nita! Juanita! Ask thy soul if we should part. Nita! Juanita! Lean thou on my heart.

I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls, With vassals and serfs at my side, And of all who assembled within those walls, that I was the hope and the pride. I had riches too great to count—could boast of a high ancestral name— But I also dreamt, which pleas'd me most, That you loved me still the same, That you loved me still the same. That you loved me, you loved me still the same.

I dreamt that suitors sought my handThat knights, upon bended knee And with vows no maiden heart could with-stand, They pledged their faith to me. And I dreamt that one of that noble host Came forth my hand to claim, But I also dreamt, which charm'd me most That you loved me still the same, That you loved me, you loved me still the same, That you loved me you loved me still the same.