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And now her spirit floats above,
A seraph in the sky.
A seraph in the sky.
Farewell! I ask no vow of thine,
I feel no foolish fears;
For if thy heart be formed, like mine,
For softness and for tears,
Each whisper of the twilight breeze,
Each murmur of the sea,
Will fill thy heart with thoughts like these—
Will fill it full of me;
Each floating cloud, each trembling star,
Will tell a tale of one,
Who dwells, from thee and thine afar,
Beneath the setting sun.
I feel no foolish fears;
For if thy heart be formed, like mine,
For softness and for tears,
Each whisper of the twilight breeze,
Each murmur of the sea,
Will fill thy heart with thoughts like these—
Will fill it full of me;
Each floating cloud, each trembling star,
Will tell a tale of one,
Who dwells, from thee and thine afar,
Beneath the setting sun.
