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With heart too full for festive glee , I bore her to fair Lombardy . Years had not chang'd thy seraph fece , Years never can thy love erase ; Years had not dimm'd thy lips , thine eyes—From the grey stone I sudden rise , And clasp my hands to vacant skies ! Delora !
In Lombardy I ne ' er had staid , And distant far had borne the maid , But that the noble late was gone To banishment , of titles shorn
For misdemeanours gainst the state ; Embezzlement of riches great , Pawning his pride for dross and slate ; Delora I
A morn—nay , was it quite a day Before my Heaven pass'd away ? Wandering one eve near a dim pile Whose moss-grown ruins seem'd to smile Pale answers to the sun ' s farewell ; We sat upon a grassy swell Some legend of the place to tell 3 Deiora !
When soon my love rose up and sped To gather wild flowers for my head , As she was wont in sportive guise , While I look'd on , with grave , fond eye * . And now she vanish'd thro' an arch Of that void pile—a ruin'd porch , Or gateway—eager in her search : Delora !
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