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LEONORA.
I die with my sorrow—oh hear and awake!
See, cast at thy feet, how my torn heart is bleeding!
Smile forth, and the morning eternal will break,
Leonora, Leonora!
White soul of my bride, shall I lure thee in vain?
Draw near, and the midnight will burn like the day:
Oh breathe again softly thine olden refrain:
"Let the seasons roll on, let the moons wax and wane,
But Love shall not perish, nor wither away."
See, cast at thy feet, how my torn heart is bleeding!
Smile forth, and the morning eternal will break,
Leonora, Leonora!
White soul of my bride, shall I lure thee in vain?
Draw near, and the midnight will burn like the day:
Oh breathe again softly thine olden refrain:
"Let the seasons roll on, let the moons wax and wane,
But Love shall not perish, nor wither away."
III.
Leonora, Leonora!
In their sun-guided ways all the stars look and listen—
What light breaks at last through the door of thy tomb?
I see thy white robes as they glimmer and glisten,
And lo! the sweet roses have burst into bloom!
Leonora, Leonora!
White soul of my bride, Death shall lure thee in vain,—
His snow-drifted midnight is burning with day:
Leonora, Leonora!
In their sun-guided ways all the stars look and listen—
What light breaks at last through the door of thy tomb?
I see thy white robes as they glimmer and glisten,
And lo! the sweet roses have burst into bloom!
Leonora, Leonora!
White soul of my bride, Death shall lure thee in vain,—
His snow-drifted midnight is burning with day:
