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Love once formed an amulet, With pearls, and a rainbow, and rose-leaves set. The pearls were pure as pearls could be, And white as maiden purity; The rose had the beauty and breath of soul, And the rainbow-changes crowned the whole. Frown on your lover one little while, Dearer will be the light of your smile; Let your blush, laugh, and sigh ever mingle together, Like the bloom, sun, and clouds of the sweet spring weather. Love never must sleep in security, Or most calm and cold will his waking be.

And as that light strain died away, Again I swept the breathing strings: