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And I have robbed my darling of this joy."
Again was silence, and again there fell
With the glad tumult of a marriage bell,
"Her daughter weds," he said. "Ah! woe is me,
Of age, whom he had dandled, until he,
But still he heard the same sweet melody,
For by her life.html">life had his life been increased.
Long flashed the lamp upon the sacred page,
Long nightly sat the white-haired, saintly sage
Died into discord. "God be thanked," he said--
_RHODOPE'S SHOE._
And lived afar from king.html">king.html">king and court;
She crowned herself with flowers in sport.
Her hair was like a summer night,
Her voice.html">voice like soft winds in their flight.html">flight,
And in its waters every day,
Like any nymph was wont to play.
While in the limpid stream she played
And, hovering o'er the sporting maid,
Loth to forget so sweet a sight,
He sought the earth with sudden flight,
In the king's palace.html">palace.html">palace, where next day
Within the palace-court it lay.
The king was walking, wrapped in thought,
Him had his councillors besought,
To find a princess he could love,
His heart.html">heart there was not one could move.
Into the palace-court he went,
And as he strolled, eyes earthward bent,
So sprang his heart unto its choice,
And thrilled triumphant in his voice.
"You bid me wed, I could not do,
But find the maid who wore this shoe.html">shoe,
Up to the towers, but in vain;
To own the shoe and share the reign.
Then came a lad, who told in awe
Above the town, and from its claw
"The gods have surely done this thing,
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