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is a tale that many songs have told, And old, if tale of love can e'er be old; Yet dear to me this lingering o'er the fate Of two so young, so true, so passionate! And thou, the idol of my harp, the soul Of poetry, to me my hope, my whole Happiness of existence, there will be Some gentlest tones that I have caught from thee! Will not each heart-pulse vibrate, as I tell Of faith even unto death unchangeable! Leander and his Hero! they should be, When youthful lovers talk of constancy, Invoked. Oh, for one breath of softest song, Such as on summer evenings floats along,