6 Duets

How sweet the answer Echo makes
  To Music at night,
When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes,
And far away, o'er lawns and lakes,
  Goes answering light!

Yet Love hath echoes truer far,
  And far more sweet,
Than e'er beneath the moonlight's star,
Of horn, or lute, or soft guitar,
  The songs repeat.

'Tis when the sigh, in youth sincere,
  And only then, --
The sigh that's breath'd for one to hear,
Is by that one, that only dear,
  Breath'd back again.

Let thy gold be cast in the furnace
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'Tis lone on the waters
    When Eve's mournful bell
Sends forth to the sunset
    A note of farewell!

When borne with the shadows
    And winds as they sweep,
There comes a fond memory
    Of Home o'er the deep!

When the wing of the sea-bird
    Is [turn'd]1 to her nest,
And the [heart]2 of the sailor
    To all he loves best.

'Tis lone on the waters —
    That hour hath a spell
To bring back sweet voices
     [And]3 words of farewell!

Do you ask what the birds say? The Sparrow, the Dove,
The Linnet and Thrush say " I love and I love!"
In the winter they're silent -- the wind is so strong;
What it says, I don't know, but it sings a loud song.
But green leaves, and blossoms, and sunny warm weather,
And singing and loving -- all come back together.
But the Lark is so brimful of gladness and love,
The green fields below him, the blue sky above,
That he sings, and he sings; and forever sings he --
"I love my Love, and my Love loves me!"

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