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Farewell! and henceforth I enshrine thee Mid the earlier dreams that have past O'er my lute, like the fairies by moonlight, To leave it more lonely at last. Alas! it is sad to remember The once gentle music now mute; Ah! many a chord hath time stolen Alike from my heart and my lute.

'Tis midnight—but think not of slumber, There are dreams enow floating around; But, ah! our soft dreams while thus waking Are aye the most dangerous found. Like the note of a lute was that whisper— Fair girl, do not raise those dark eyes: Love only could breathe such a murmur; And what will Love bring thee but sighs?