The air is heavy with the breath of flowers, And music floats around me like a dream; I see the smile of beauty in her bowers, And clustering lamps above me shine; I hear the voice of merriment sweep by, But wake no echoing murmur in my breast; I know that light and happy hearts are nigh, But feel mine own with heaviness oppressed!
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