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Waiting with a placid sorrow
Come then, for another strain :
We must have thee o'er again.
Written to be set to music by VINCENT NOVELLO.
When lovely sounds about my ears
Like winds in Eden's tree-tops rise,
For very luxury close my eyes,
Who love the smoothing joy like me,
And all be harmony.
And when we reach the close divine,
Then let the hand of her I love
Come with it's gentle palm on mine
As soft as snow or lighting dove; And let, by stealth, that more than friend
Look sweetness in my opening eyes, For only so such dreams should end,
Or wake in Paradise.
HIS DEPARTED LOVE TO PRINCE
SET TO MUSIC BY VINCENT NOVELLO.
A female voice is heard, issuing forth softly and tenderly.
My widowed Love!
Recitative of another voice, a man's. Hark, princely mourner! 'tis the voice of her You loved on earth, that with her favourite strings Comes mingling thus, like smiling dreams that stir The lips of day-sweet Patience. Hark! She sings!
The voice returns.
Thou touchest me with such a woe,
As should not be above.
Pray be, as thou wast all along,
I know, dear love, thou canst not see
The face that looks on thine ;
Thou canst not touch or come to me,
But all this power is mine;
The night I passed thee from my clay,
And kissed thy brow's despair,
A hundred spirits fair,
Died in that first sweet agóny."