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The Spirit Lover.
At evening , oft through Paon ' s grove , To celebrate their secret rite , Would each Sidonian virgin rove , Till morning put their steps to flight ;
And as they raised the choral song , In lo Peans to his praise , Her voice would still the strain prolong , Her harp attune the sweetest lays . Still she was fancy ' s wayward child , Torn by unearthly proud desire :
Her heart , the seat of frenzies wild , Glow'd like some deep volcanic fire . All , all around , she thought beneath Her love—she scorn'd the race of earth ; Upon her brow the nuptial wreath Should bloom for none of mortal birth .
The maiden sought a spirit ' s love ; There only could her heart be given : For him she'd scorn the joys above , And hell , with him , prefer to heaven . The dance was o ' er—she sought her bower ,
Hid deep within the forest grove , And in night ' s lonely , silent hour , Breathed to the stars her song of love . Wild , wild and fervent was the strain , That , from her harp enwrapt , she woke ; Though fraught with pleasure , thrill'd with pain , Her voice night ' s awful stillness broke .
SONG . " By the fond , endearing kiss , By the sigh of mutual bliss , That tells love ' s witching hour , By the dew-bespangled rose , By the gale that zephyr blows , Spirit , seek my bower !
" By the feelings wild and deep , By the woes that never sleep , E ' en in night ' s still hour , By the rosy cup of wine , By fair woman ' s love divine , Spirit , seek my bower !
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Spirit Lover.
At evening , oft through Paon ' s grove , To celebrate their secret rite , Would each Sidonian virgin rove , Till morning put their steps to flight ;
And as they raised the choral song , In lo Peans to his praise , Her voice would still the strain prolong , Her harp attune the sweetest lays . Still she was fancy ' s wayward child , Torn by unearthly proud desire :
Her heart , the seat of frenzies wild , Glow'd like some deep volcanic fire . All , all around , she thought beneath Her love—she scorn'd the race of earth ; Upon her brow the nuptial wreath Should bloom for none of mortal birth .
The maiden sought a spirit ' s love ; There only could her heart be given : For him she'd scorn the joys above , And hell , with him , prefer to heaven . The dance was o ' er—she sought her bower ,
Hid deep within the forest grove , And in night ' s lonely , silent hour , Breathed to the stars her song of love . Wild , wild and fervent was the strain , That , from her harp enwrapt , she woke ; Though fraught with pleasure , thrill'd with pain , Her voice night ' s awful stillness broke .
SONG . " By the fond , endearing kiss , By the sigh of mutual bliss , That tells love ' s witching hour , By the dew-bespangled rose , By the gale that zephyr blows , Spirit , seek my bower !
" By the feelings wild and deep , By the woes that never sleep , E ' en in night ' s still hour , By the rosy cup of wine , By fair woman ' s love divine , Spirit , seek my bower !