LAËL AND LAURA.
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Laël:—
"O Lora, dream no more of what will be.
Think of the rapturous present here with me!
I love thee better than all else beside,
And long but for the time when thou 'rt my bride.
Ah! oft when drifting on the lake afar
I've listened to the notes of thy guitar,
And such a wildness seized this heaving breast—
A wildness fierce, that would not let me rest
Until I saw thee in thy beauteous grace,
And gazed enchanted on thy lovely face.
And when I gazed, and felt that thou wert mine,
I seemed to breath an atmosphere divine.
Oh! then I longed to clasp thee in these arms,
And revel in the magic of thy charms."
"O Lora, dream no more of what will be.
Think of the rapturous present here with me!
I love thee better than all else beside,
And long but for the time when thou 'rt my bride.
Ah! oft when drifting on the lake afar
I've listened to the notes of thy guitar,
And such a wildness seized this heaving breast—
A wildness fierce, that would not let me rest
Until I saw thee in thy beauteous grace,
And gazed enchanted on thy lovely face.
And when I gazed, and felt that thou wert mine,
I seemed to breath an atmosphere divine.
Oh! then I longed to clasp thee in these arms,
And revel in the magic of thy charms."
