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Rh HAST THOU HEARD THE NIGHTINGALE?

"IN THAT DREAD, DREAMED-OF HOUR"

that dread, dreamed-of hour

When in her heart love's rose flames into flower,

'T is never, never yes,

But no, no, no, whate'er the startled eyes confess.