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 Then looked she to heaven while on green earth she trod, And wakened once more to her faith and her God.

Signë, my fairest of flowers!

It seems That I, too, have lived in a world of dreams. But the strange deep words you to-night have spoken, Of the power of love, have my slumber broken. The heavens seemed never so blue to me, Never the world so fair; I can understand, as I roam with thee, The song of the birds in air.

So mighty is love—it stirs in the breast Thoughts and longings and happy unrest. But come, let us both to your sister go.

Would you tell her—?

Everything she must know.

Then go you alone;—I feel that my cheek Would be hot with blushes to hear you speak.