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The Spanish Lady's Love.
By Victor-Marie Hugo
DONNA SOL to HERNANI.
("Nous partirons demain.")
[HERNANI, ACT I.]
To mount the hills or scaffold, we go to-morrow:
Hernani, blame me not for this my boldness.
Art thou mine evil genius or mine angel?
I know not, but I am thy slave. Now hear me:
Go where thou wilt, I follow thee. Remain,
And I remain. Why do I thus? I know not.
I feel that I must see thee - see thee still -
See thee for ever. When thy footstep dies,
It is as if my heart no more would beat;
When thou art gone, I am absent from myself;
But when the footstep which I love and long for
Strikes on mine ear again - then I remember
I live, and feel my soul return to me.
G. MOIR.
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