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INTERLUDES.
Where, while some streamlet lulls the weary ear,
And wondering gnomes from darkened corners peer,
We'll calmly sink to soft, and soothing sleep,
And dream till daylight from the hills shall peep.
Oh! to be thus—to be forever so!
What ecstasy of joy this soul would know!
Oh! then the hours would fly on gilded wings—
Each day a total of all joyous things—
Elysium with all its fabled bliss
Could ne'er compare with happiness like this."
And wondering gnomes from darkened corners peer,
We'll calmly sink to soft, and soothing sleep,
And dream till daylight from the hills shall peep.
Oh! to be thus—to be forever so!
What ecstasy of joy this soul would know!
Oh! then the hours would fly on gilded wings—
Each day a total of all joyous things—
Elysium with all its fabled bliss
Could ne'er compare with happiness like this."
Lora:—
"And Laël, dost thou think such love sublime?
'Tis but the flame in which is nourished crime.
For if the being near whose soul it stood
Were pure, yet weak in any single mood,
"And Laël, dost thou think such love sublime?
'Tis but the flame in which is nourished crime.
For if the being near whose soul it stood
Were pure, yet weak in any single mood,
