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'My heart is sad, my lute is broke;
 No more in accents gay I'll sing;
Ah, vainly is each cadence woke,—
 No joy to my sad heart they bring.
For love, and all its gentle light,

 Have faded from my sky away,
And all the bliss that seem'd so bright
 Has vanish'd with its parting ray,
   And all the bliss that seem'd so bright
   Has vanish'd with its parting ray.'

'Twere not these words alone that met
 The ear of her enraptur'd lover:
His joy was mingl'd with regret,
 But all his past sad doubts were over.

He heard her breathe one word, his name,
 As o'er her lute she bent her sighing:
Can any scorn, or any blame,
 A lover thus his lady spying?

Oh, happy hour that rends the doubt
 That hovers o'er two hearts so loving!
Forgotten the vain world without,—
 No cloud between them now is moving!