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First Line: There is an air that haunts me till I slight
Last Line: Whose image never from my soul can fade!
Alternate Author Name(s): Nerval, Gerard De
Subject(s): Love; Music & Musicians


There is an air that haunts me till I slight
The witching strains of Weber and Mozart;
An air that floods with languorous delight
The secret chambers of my lonely heart.

Each time I listen to that music old
I seem to live two hundred years ago,
'Tis Louis Treize who reigns, and I behold
Green uplands golden in the sunset's glow.

Then, a tall palace, grey with granite towers
And countless window-panes that redly glare,
Girt by broad parks through which 'mid bloom of flowers
A glassy river wanders here and there.

And then, a lady opes a casement high—
Pale, with dark eyes, in antique robes arrayed,
One whom I loved in centuries gone by—
Whose image never from my soul can fade!





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