Leonore.

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Thou art far, far away,
Oh, my fair Leonore,
The light of thy beauty
Now cheers me no more —
Hush'd and broken's my lute,
Thy sweet voice is mute,
Fair

Thou hast faded from me,
Like a dream of delight,
From which I awaken
To sadness and night,

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Oh, when lovers sweetest hours
Shed their light o'er the heart
Like the earth's brightest flowers,
They but bloom to depart.

I hear music swelling,
But I heard not thy lay,
I see forms of beauty,
But thou art away.
At that dark word, farewell,
Hush'd, hush'd was love's spell.
Fair Leonore.