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What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me;What wine, nor who the bringer, nor wherefore enter’d he.—Lament no more, O full heart, thy love so close confin’d!O rosebud, ope thy glory, thy beauty nought shall bind!Behold the flower-fill’d meadows; thou too, O wistful Dear,Take in thine hand the goblet, & lend to me thine ear!Lo, for our wintry sorrow I hold the certain cure!Lo, stern fate kneels before us! Lo, rapture evermore!—What madness ’twas I know not, that thus entrancéd me;What wine, nor who the bearer, nor whither vanished he.

What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me;What wine, nor who the bringer, nor wherefore enter’d he.—Lament no more, O full heart, thy love so close confin’d!O rosebud, ope thy glory, thy beauty nought shall bind!Behold the flower-fill’d meadows; thou too, O wistful Dear,Take in thine hand the goblet, & lend to me thine ear!Lo, for our wintry sorrow I hold the certain cure!Lo, stern fate kneels before us! Lo, rapture evermore!—What madness ’twas I know not, that thus entrancéd me;What wine, nor who the bearer, nor whither vanished he.

What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me;What wine, nor who the bringer, nor wherefore enter’d he.

What madness ’twas, I know not, that thus enchanted me;

What wine, nor who the bringer, nor wherefore enter’d he.

—Lament no more, O full heart, thy love so close confin’d!O rosebud, ope thy glory, thy beauty nought shall bind!

—Lament no more, O full heart, thy love so close confin’d!

O rosebud, ope thy glory, thy beauty nought shall bind!

Behold the flower-fill’d meadows; thou too, O wistful Dear,Take in thine hand the goblet, & lend to me thine ear!

Behold the flower-fill’d meadows; thou too, O wistful Dear,

Take in thine hand the goblet, & lend to me thine ear!

Lo, for our wintry sorrow I hold the certain cure!Lo, stern fate kneels before us! Lo, rapture evermore!

Lo, for our wintry sorrow I hold the certain cure!

Lo, stern fate kneels before us! Lo, rapture evermore!

—What madness ’twas I know not, that thus entrancéd me;What wine, nor who the bearer, nor whither vanished he.

—What madness ’twas I know not, that thus entrancéd me;

What wine, nor who the bearer, nor whither vanished he.


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