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Along the lake's wild northern shore / An island dark with trees / Lies shadow-like, and o'er and o'er / At midnight thru a leafy door / Comes music on the breeze, / Sweet music on the breeze, / Where sad-eyed Norma dreams, / And o'er the wave, in thru the trees / The mellow moonlight streams.
And Norma's voice is sweet to hear / As the breathing of a bell; / But while so welcome to the ear / Of any one afar or near, / The notes, O few can tell! / The notes, O few can tell! / Falling so wildly sweet, / Like the mournful ringing of a bell / With the tones still incomplete.