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SONGS AND BALLADS And, like the burden of its song,

Passionate moments glide along.

Pinks and hyacinths perfume

All our garden-fronted room;

Hither, close beside me, Love!

Do not whisper, do not move.

Here we two will softly stay,

Side by side, the livelong day.

Lean thy head upon my breast:

Ever shall it give thee rest,

Ever would I gaze to meet

Eyes of thine up-glancing, Sweet!

What enchanted dreams are ours!

While the murmur of the showers

Dropping on the tranquil ground,

Dropping on the leaves and flowers,

Wraps our yearning souls around

In the drapery of its sound.

VOICE OF THE WESTERN WIND

of the western wind!

Thou singest from afar,

Rich with the music of a land

Where all my memories are;

But in thy song I only hear

The echo of a tone

That fell divinely on my ear

In days forever flown.

Star of the western sky!

Thou beamest from afar,

With lustre caught from eyes I knew,

Whose orbs were each a star; 362