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REMEMBER ME.
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Clasp me closer, loved and dearest,
'Tis a dream that now thou hearest,
Yet my heart with fear is trembling,
As its memory I recall.
Though thine eyes are on me shining,
Though thine arms my neck are twining,
And thy murmured words of blessing,
On my heart like music fall.
Yet the memory of that vision
Shrouds me like an icy pall.
'Tis a dream that now thou hearest,
Yet my heart with fear is trembling,
As its memory I recall.
Though thine eyes are on me shining,
Though thine arms my neck are twining,
And thy murmured words of blessing,
On my heart like music fall.
Yet the memory of that vision
Shrouds me like an icy pall.
Thou and he whose arm upheld thee,
Thou and he whose love had spelled thee,
Stood together in the moonlight
That revealed my marble breast,
And with lips that faltered never,
Thou didst swear to love for ever,
Him who stood in pride beside thee,
With his arms around thee prest,
While beneath, all cold and silent,
Lay the one who loved thee best.
Thou and he whose love had spelled thee,
Stood together in the moonlight
That revealed my marble breast,
And with lips that faltered never,
Thou didst swear to love for ever,
Him who stood in pride beside thee,
With his arms around thee prest,
While beneath, all cold and silent,
Lay the one who loved thee best.
Love of mine, this dream of terror,
God be thanked, is nought but error,
Yet its memory oft hath darkened
Like a cloud my sunny heart.
For its phantom-thoughts betoken,
How that heart, all crushed and broken,
Would be like that marble tombstone,
Should thy gentle love depart,
And the cypress and the myrtle
From the grave of hope would start.
God be thanked, is nought but error,
Yet its memory oft hath darkened
Like a cloud my sunny heart.
For its phantom-thoughts betoken,
How that heart, all crushed and broken,
Would be like that marble tombstone,
Should thy gentle love depart,
And the cypress and the myrtle
From the grave of hope would start.
Remember Me.
Remember me, when summer friends surround thee,
And honeyed flatteries gain thy willing ear;
When fame and fortune's glittering wreaths have crowned thee,
And all is thine thy fickle heart holds dear:
Then think of her whose changeless fortunes blessed thee,
When hope was dark, and faithful friends were few,
Who, when hard-gripping poverty depressed thee,
And all beside seemed cold, was kind and true.
And honeyed flatteries gain thy willing ear;
When fame and fortune's glittering wreaths have crowned thee,
And all is thine thy fickle heart holds dear:
Then think of her whose changeless fortunes blessed thee,
When hope was dark, and faithful friends were few,
Who, when hard-gripping poverty depressed thee,
And all beside seemed cold, was kind and true.
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