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for me the Arab maid's bower, Where the fountain plays over the jasmine flower; Seek for me in the light cascade, The minstrel lists in the greenwood shade; Seek me at morn 'mid the violet's dyes; Seek me where rainbows paint April skies; In the blue rush of rivers, the depths of the sea, If we should sever, there seek for me.