| The lull of night brings you before me dressed in distant Land of Nod
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| And within my heart beholds you growing there within the sod
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| But eye beneath the perfumed brow. |
| Why look to me again?
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| You are seldom’s sister how to tell my never’s friend
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| In the quiet of hope’s surrounding where you teach a passion song
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| And bid it sing of love abounding to ev’ry hate among the throngs
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| But mouth adorned with honeyed tongue. |
| Why speak to me again?
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| Your song seldom’s sister sung to tell my never’s friend
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| In pleasure’s garden you have wandered, throbbing in the dust of aim
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| Helping all my friends of wisdom, kindling light and answer rain
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| But flower of certain’s ancient season. |
| Why send your breath again?
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| You’re seldom sister’s reason for remaining never’s friend |