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by Unknown

I touch my soft guitar.

If thou art waking, Lady dear,

The fairest in the land,

Unbar thy wreathed lattice now,

And wave thy snowy hand.

She hears me not; her spirit lies

In trances mute and deep;—

But Music turns the golden key

Within the gate of Sleep!

Then let her sleep, and if I fail