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Poem	("Mon duc, rien qu'un moment.") {HERNANI, Act V.} One little moment to indulge the sight With the rich beauty of the summer's night. The harp is hushed, and, see, the torch is dim,— Night and ourselves together. To the brim The cup of our felicity is filled. Each sound is mute, each harsh sensation stilled. Dost thou not think that, e'en while nature sleeps, Some power its amorous vigils o'er us keeps? No cloud in heaven; while all around repose, Come taste with me the fragrance of the rose, Which loads the night-air with its musky breath, While everything is still as nature's death. E'en as you spoke—and gentle words were those Spoken by you,—the silver moon uprose; How that mysterious union of her ray, With your impassioned accents, made its way Straight to my heart! I could have wished to die In that pale moonlight, and while thou wert by. HERNANI. Thy words are music, and thy strain of love Is borrowed from the choir of heaven above. DONNA SOL. Night is too silent, darkness too profound Oh, for a star to shine, a voice to sound— To raise some sudden note of music now Suited to night. HERN. Capricious girl! your vow Was poured for silence, and to be released From the thronged tumult of the marriage feast. DONNA SOL. Yes; but one bird to carol in the field,— A nightingale, in mossy shade concealed,— A distant flute,—for music's stream can roll To soothe the heart, and harmonize the soul,— O! 'twould be bliss to listen. {Distant sound of a horn, the signal that HERNANI must go to DON RUY, who, having saved his life, had him bound in a vow to yield it up.} LORD F. LEVESON GOWER (1ST EARL OF ELLESMERE).
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