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SONG (1) by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE

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First Line: FLY, SWIFTLY FLY / THROUGH YON FAIR SKY
Last Line: ABOVE THE MYRTLE-BOWERS!
FLY, swiftly fly
Through yon fair sky,
O purple-pinioned Hours!
And bring once more the balmy night,
When from her lattice, silvery bright,
Love's beacon-star -- her taper -- shines
Between those dark manorial pines,
Above the myrtle-bowers.

Fly, breezes, fly,
And waft my sigh
With love's warm fondness fraught,
'Twill stir my lady's languid mood,
Where, in her verdurous solitude,
She sits and thinks, a moonlight grace
Cast o'er her beauteous brow and face,
Touched by a passionate thought!

Glide, rivulet, glide
With whispering tide,
Through coverts low and deep,
To woo her with the airy call,
The music faint, the far-off fall,
Of fairy streams in fairy climes,
Or pleasant lapse of fairy rhymes,
Soft as her breath in sleep.

Fly, swiftly fly
Through yon calm sky,
O gentle-hearted dove!
And pausing on her favorite tree,
Murmur your plaint so tenderly,
That, born of that sweet tone, a charm
Her very heart of hearts may warm
With rosy bliss of love.

Fly, swiftly fly
Through yon fair sky,
O purple-pinioned Hours!
And bring once more the balmy night,
When from her lattice, silvery bright,
Love's beacon-star -- her taper -- shines
Between those dark manorial pines
Above the myrtle-bowers!



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