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WE held the book together timidly, / Whose antique music in an alien tongue / Once rose among the dew-drenched vines that hung / Beneath a high Castilian balcony.
I felt the lute strings' ancient ecstasy, / And while he read, my love-filled heart was stung, / And throbbed, as where an ardent bird has clung / The branches tremble on a blossomed tree.
Oh lady for whose sake the song was made, / Laid long ago in some still cypress shade, / Divided from the man who longed for thee, / Here in a land whose name he never heard, / His song brought love as April brings the bird, / And not a breath divides my love from me!