IV
No music but the changeless sigh--
That murmur of their own,
That loves not blending in the thrill
Of thine aerial tone.
V
The girl that slumbers at our side
Will dream how they are bent,
That love her even as they love
Thy blessed instrument.
VI
And music, like a flood, will break
Upon the fairy throne
Of her pure heart, all glowing, like
A morning star, alone!
VII
Alone, but for the song of him
That waketh by her side,
And strikes thy chords of silver to
His fair and sea-borne bride.
VIII
Jewel! that hung before the heart
Of some romantic boy;
Like him, I sweep thee with a storm
Of music and of joy!
And Julio placed the trembling harp before
The ladye, till the minstrel winds came o'er
Its moisten'd strings, and tuned them with a sigh.
"I hear thee, how thy spirit goeth by,
In music and in love. Oh Agathe!
Thou sleepest long, long, long; and they will say
That seek thee,--'She is dead--she is no more!'
But thou art cold, and I will throw before
Thy chilly brow the pale and snowy sheet.
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