She sudden sighs and away parts, never to return to me,
Her spirit, like a silky mist, with the light of Heaven, softly lit,
Slow fades as do when dreams into forgetting drift.
Though fresh stay her footprints upon my memory;
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Have you heard of that high blue country,
Where the flowers never sleep?
Where sincere smiles are worn on faces,
Where the citizens never weep.
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So lightly I was touched,
So soft I hardly knew,
Like a breeze on morning flowers
That does not vex the dew.
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If love were a melody,
It's tune would pour forth soft
Like a songbird in an angels reverie
Singing from a dreamy loft.
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The soul cannot fall victim to blade of sword,
Or be ceaselessly ravaged by the decay of time.
And though it burns vigorously in the mortal core,
In that higher Kingdom, it doth brighter shine.
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