I leave thee for awhile, my love, I leave thee with a sigh;
The fountain spring within my soul is playing in mine eye;
I do not blush to own the tear, let, let it touch my cheek,
And what my lip has failed to tell, that drop perchance may speak.
Mavourneen! when again I...
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If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |
Fame is the tint that Scholars leave |
Her Sweet turn to leave the Homestead |
I should not dare to leave my friend, |
Take all away from me, but leave me Ecstasy, |
They leave us with the Infinite. |