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to estelle.
That come o'er thy heart in the holy hush
Of the solemn midnight, lone,
And the by-gone years, and the parted friends,
Are once again thine own.
Of the solemn midnight, lone,
And the by-gone years, and the parted friends,
Are once again thine own.
Then say, fair friend, have I read aright
Thy heart's mysterious page?
Hath my sybil power, and witching spell,
Unlocked the door of that holy cell,
Where Love, with his shining wings, doth dwell,
And Thought hath his golden cage?
Ah! deem not thou the prying eye,
To intrude in that spot, would dare,
I did but look in my own fond heart,
And thine was reflected there.
Thy heart's mysterious page?
Hath my sybil power, and witching spell,
Unlocked the door of that holy cell,
Where Love, with his shining wings, doth dwell,
And Thought hath his golden cage?
Ah! deem not thou the prying eye,
To intrude in that spot, would dare,
I did but look in my own fond heart,
And thine was reflected there.
