The Young Indian Maid.
By Thomas Moore
There came a nymph dancing Gracefully, gracefully, Her eye a light glancing Like the blue sea; And while all this gladness Around her steps hung, Such sweet notes of sadness Her gentle lips sung, That ne'er while I live from my memory shall fade The song or the look of that young Indian maid. Her zone of bells ringing Cheerily, cheerily, Chimed to her singing Light echoes of glee; But in vain did she borrow Of mirth the gay tone, Her voice spoke of sorrow, And sorrow alone. Nor e'er while I live from my memory shall fade The song or the look of that young Indian maid.
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