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Carnensh

    To thy chamber-window, sweet!
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    Has led me
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    I arise from dreams of thee
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    When the winds are breathing low
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    I arise from dreams of thee
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    Is such as mine should be
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    I sigh
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    I weep
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    With cold and silent rest
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    And mocks the heart
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    A shriveled, lifeless, vacant form
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    The color from the flower is flown
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    The odor from the flower is gone
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    And my countrymen! vengeance! incessantly cry
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    The dread yell of Slogan yet sounds in our ears
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    But the war note is weaked
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    Our foes ride in triumph throughout our domains
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    See! the wide wasting ruin extends all around
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    But thy courage
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    May sink intoe'er ending chao's and night
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    The star may dissolve
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