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The youth I love is far away.

O'er forest, river, brake, and glen;

And distant, too, perchance the day,

When I shall see him once again.

Nine moons have wasted. 2 since we met,

How sweetly, then, the moments flew!

Methinks the fairy vision yet

Portrays the joy that ZEMLA knew.

In list'ning to the tale of strife,

When Shone AZALCO'S prowess bright,

The strange adventures of his life,

That gave me such unmix'd delight.

That dream of happiness is past!

For ever fled those magic charms!

The cruel moment came at last,

That tore AZALCO from my arms!

What bitter pangs my bosom rent,

When he my sight no longer bless'd!

To some lone spot my steps I bent,

My secret sorrows there confess'd.

My sighs, alas! were breath'd unheard,

Could aught on earth dispel my grief?

Nor smiling sun, nor minstrel bird,

Can give this aching heart relief.

Since he I love is far away,

O'er forest, river, brake, and glen,

And distant, too, perchance the day,

When I shall see him once again.