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Thou, who trustest still so blindly, Know she stands a smiling bride!Forgetting thee, she turneth kindly To the stranger at her side.Yes, this day thou art forgotten, Forgotten, too, thy last farewell,All the vows that she has spoken, And thy heart has kept so well.Dream no more of a starry future, In thy home beyond the seas!"But he only heard the gentle sigh Of the summer breeze, So softly passing by The acacia-trees.
And vainly, too, the other, looking Smiling up through hopeful tears,Asked in his heart of hearts, "Where is she, She I love these many years?"He heard no echo calling faintly: "Lo, she lieth cold and pale,And her smile so calm and saintly Heeds not grieving sob or wail,—Heeds not the lilies strewn upon her, Pure as she is, and as white,Or the solemn chanting voices, Or the taper's ghastly light."But silent still was the ancient forest, Silent were the gloomy trees;He only heard the wailing sound Of the summer breeze, That sadly played around The acacia-trees!
