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Hear me, oh, look up!

See how my heart, which hath been closed so long

Doth open to the bliss of seeing thee,

The dearest treasure that the world contains—

Of falling on thy neck, and folding thee

Within my longing arms, which have till now

Met the embraces of the empty wind.

Do not repulse me—the eternal spring,

Whose crystal waters from Parnassus flow,

Bounds not more gaily on from rock to rock,

Down to the golden vale, than from my heart

The waters of affection freely gush,

And round me form a circling sea of bliss.

Orestes! O my brother!