The Blind Girl of Castel-Cuille.
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So that, departing at the evening's close,
She says, “ She may be saved! she nothing knows!”
She says, “ She may be saved! she nothing knows!”
Poor Jane, the cunning sorceress!
Now that thou wouldst, thou art no prophetess!
This morning, in the fulness of thy heart,
Thou wast so, far beyond thine art!
Now that thou wouldst, thou art no prophetess!
This morning, in the fulness of thy heart,
Thou wast so, far beyond thine art!
