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And worshipp'd at innumerable shrines
“L'alma, quel che non ba, sogna e figura."
As, gazing on the Pleiades,
We count each fair and starry one, Yet wander from the light of these
To muse upon the Pleiad goneAs, bending o’er fresh gather'd flowers,
The rose’s most enchanting hue Reminds us but of other hours
Whose roses were all lovely toom
So, dearest, when I rove among
The bright ones of this foreign sky,
And watch the dancers gliding by,
The sad, sweet bells of twilight chime,
Of many hearts may touch but one, And so this seeming careless rhyme
Will whisper to thy heart alone. I give it to the winds! The bird,
Let loose, to his far nest will flee, And love, though breathed but on a word,
Will find thee, over land and sea. Though clouds across the sky have driven,
We trust the star at last will shine, And like the very light of heaven
I trust thy love. Trust tkou in mine !
The star may but a meteor be,
That breaks upon the stormy night ; And I may err, believing thee
A spark of heaven's own changeless light ! But if on earth beams aught so fair,
It seems, of all the lights that shine, Serenest in its truth, 'tis there,
Burning in those soft eyes of thine. Yet long-watch'd stars from heaven have rush’d,
And long-lov'd friends have dropp'd away, And mine-my very heart have crush'd !
And I have hop'd, this many a day,
It liv'd no more for love or pain!
And, to its dull, out-wearied ear,
In tones it cannot choose but hear ;
And know, at ev’n thy lightest smile,
Fail me not thou! This feeling past,
My heart would never rouse again.
And if this trust, this love is vain-
My loves are o'er! The sun will shine