ELËANORE.
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I.
The forest flowers are faded all, The winds complain, the snow-flakes fall, Elëanore! I turn to thee, as to a bower:— Thou breathest beauty like a flower, Thou smilest like a happy hour, Elëanore!
II.
I turn to thee. I bless afar Thy name, which is my guiding-star, Elëanore! And yet, ah God! when thou art here I faint, I hold my breath for fear. Art thou some phantom wandering near, Elëanore?
III.
Oh, take me to thy bosom fair; Oh, cover me with thy golden hair, Elëanore! There let me lie when I am dead, Those morning beams about me spread, The glory of thy face o'erhead, Elëanore!
