Ah! There she lays and an everlasting sleep
Has conquered her forever; and for me no more
Will a strain be sung, at which, my heart may leap,
Or which may bathe the world in its gentle shower
That quickness all to life and light and Love
And receives what is dead, depressed or outworn
Enlivening all joys and sorrows that move
Our desires, aspirations; dead, living and unborn
Ah Never- never that strain shall again be heard
And never again that caress, so bashful and so sweet
O' the stars, that have known that embrace and that her word
And have watched in wonder mist, when our lips just meet
Alas! I have opened my arms now in vain
No more that her loveliness and never more that strain
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