Elanore.
I. The forest flowers are faded all, The winds complain, the snow-flakes fall, Elanore! I turn to thee, as to a bower: - Thou breathest beauty like a flower, Thou smilest like a happy hour, Elanore! II. I turn to thee. I bless afar Thy name, which is my guiding-star, Elanore! And yet, ah God! when thou art here I faint, I hold my breath for fear. Art thou some phantom wandering near, Elanore? III. Oh, take me to thy bosom fair; Oh, cover me with thy golden hair, Elanore! There let me lie when I am dead, Those morning beams about me spread, The glory of thy face o'erhead, Elanore!
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