Passion Flowers (Watson)/Mia Chiquita Cara

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Mia Chiquita Cara.
Just over the casement hangs the moon,
 And mirrors itself in the silent moat,
While far on the lake is the dip of an oar,
 And over the terrace a song is afloat.
The Troubadour so mournful sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara," sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara."

"Fairest in fair Castile," he sings;
 "My Love in her tower strong and high—
But love it shall burst her prison bars,
 And release her, ah! the moments fly."
The Troubadour, imploring, sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara," sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara."

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List! There's a sound on the winding stair!
 And a rustle astir on the oaken floor;
For they come to search in the tower high,
 While sounds afar the dip of his oar,
And the passionate lay the Troubadour sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara," sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara."

Hush, there's a spectre that walketh the place!
 She dons its robe and in ghostly guise,
Flits thro' the gloom, and adown the stair,
 And out, 'neath the love-lit starry skies,
To the Troubadour she goes. He sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara," sings,
    "Mia Chiquita Cara."

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