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The Spanish Lady's Love

 DONNA SOL to HERNANI. 
 
 ("Nous partirons demain.") 
 
 {HERNANI, ACT I.} 


 To mount the hills or scaffold, we go to-morrow: 
 Hernani, blame me not for this my boldness. 
 Art thou mine evil genius or mine angel? 
 I know not, but I am thy slave. Now hear me: 
 Go where thou wilt, I follow thee. Remain, 
 And I remain. Why do I thus? I know not. 
 I feel that I must see thee—see thee still— 
 See thee for ever. When thy footstep dies, 
 It is as if my heart no more would beat; 
 When thou art gone, I am absent from myself; 
 But when the footstep which I love and long for 
 Strikes on mine ear again—then I remember 
 I live, and feel my soul return to me. 
 
 G. MOIR. 


 










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