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She sings—her golden voice is passion-fraught, As when she charmed a thousand eager ears; He listens trembling, and she knows it not, And down his hollow cheeks roll bitter tears.

She ceases and is still, as if to pray; There is no sound, the stars are all alight— Only a wretch who stumbles on his way, Only a vagrant sobbing in the night.