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VII.
- I
- will not look on her nearer--
My heart would be torn in twain;
>From mine eyes the garden would vanish
In the falling of their rain!
- I
- will not look on a sorrow
That darkens into despair;
On the surge of a heart that cannot--
Yet cannot cease to bear!
My soul to hers would be calling--
She would hear no word it said;
If I cried aloud in the stillness,
She would never turn her head!
She is dreaming the sky above her,
She is dreaming the earth below:--
This night she lost her lover,
A hundred years ago.
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