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AMIR KHAN.
SONG.
Star of the morning! this bosom was cold,
When forced from my native shade,
And I wrapped me around in my mantle's fold,
A mournful Circassian maid!
When forced from my native shade,
And I wrapped me around in my mantle's fold,
A mournful Circassian maid!
I vowed. that rapture should never move
This changeless cheek, this rayless eye,
I vowed to feel neither bliss nor love,—
In silence to meet thee, and then to die!
This changeless cheek, this rayless eye,
I vowed to feel neither bliss nor love,—
In silence to meet thee, and then to die!
Each burning sigh thy bosom hath breathed,
Has been melting that chain away;
The galling chain which around me I wreathed,
On the morn of that fatal day!
Has been melting that chain away;
The galling chain which around me I wreathed,
On the morn of that fatal day!
'Tis done! and this night I have broken the vow
Which bound me in silence forever!
And thy spirit hath fled from a world of woe,
To return again, never! O never!
Which bound me in silence forever!
And thy spirit hath fled from a world of woe,
To return again, never! O never!
My soul is sad! and my heart is weary!
For thy bosom is cold to me;
Without thy smile the world is dreary,
And I will fly with thee!
For thy bosom is cold to me;
Without thy smile the world is dreary,
And I will fly with thee!
Together we'll float down eternity's stream,
Twin stars on the breast of the billow,
Twin stars on the breast of the billow,
