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 And never yet had praise been dear, As on that evening, to mine ear, ! I was proud to be Worshipped and flattered but for thee!

 THE HINDOO GIRL'S SONG.

and wild as the fire-flies' light, This moment hidden, the next moment bright; Like the foam on the dark-green sea, Is the spell that is laid on my lover by me. Were your sigh as sweet as the sumbal's sigh, When the wind of the evening is nigh; Were your smile like that glorious light, Seen when the stars gem the deep midnight; Were that sigh and that smile for ever the same— They were shadows, not fuel, to love's dull'd flame. 