WHERE ART THOU?
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Sweetheart, whither hast thou entered That in vain I seek to find thee? In that shadow—more than dreamland— Tell me of the spells that bind thee. Sadly through the night I listen For some wind to waft thy voice Where enchanted moonbeams glisten, Ere the morrow balk my choice With a dagger swift to sever All that chains me to this shore; Beyond in sleep to dream forever, Or in life to love thee more.
