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Rh By the stream, in the silent shade, he walks where the two have made Their resting-place for the noon: "'T is Friendship!" they cry; and soon
 * Love's guile on their hearts is laid.

"O, the goddess is good!" she said, as she bent her golden head And looked in the minstrel's face. "She stands by our resting-place
 * And blesses our peaceful love!"

As she spoke, a flame shot through her breast, and her eyes of blue Grew moist with a subtle bliss. "Sweet friend!" she cried, and her kiss
 * Clung soft on the poet's lips.

"Ah, me! "he sighed," if they knew, those feverish lovers who woo