Within her breast its gloomy way had found,
And round her heart its cutting cord had bound.
But now, the calmness of the midnight hour,
While earth reposed in silence so profound,
Brought back to memory the days of yore,
When life’s fair path was strew’d with many a fragrant flower.
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In blooming myrtle bowers she seem’d to rove,
’Mid shady orange groves to wend her way,
And jasmine vines were twining far above,