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a sigh.
Oh Love, thou art the cradle, thou,
To rock the heart to rest;
Oh Love, thou art the fountain, thou,
With waters cool and blest.
To rock the heart to rest;
Oh Love, thou art the fountain, thou,
With waters cool and blest.
Where art thou, Love? Oh, loud I call!
Life's dust and heat they lie
Upon my wings, and drag them down:
Oh, hear me where I sigh!
Life's dust and heat they lie
Upon my wings, and drag them down:
Oh, hear me where I sigh!
So sadly did the moon look down,
Sadly she seemed to sigh:
Yea, where is Love? and where is rest?
Shrill did the sea-mew cry.
Sadly she seemed to sigh:
Yea, where is Love? and where is rest?
Shrill did the sea-mew cry.
