"Canst thou thus unmoved behold me,
Still untouched by love, by love so deep?
Nay, thine arms more closely fold me,
And thine eyes begin to weep!
Stay with me, my darling, stay!
And, like a dream, thy life shall pass away,
Like a dream shall pass away.
"No regret shall e'er attend thee,
Ne'er shall sorrow dim thine eyes;
'Gainst the world's alarms to 'fend thee,
Gladly, proudly, would I die!
Stay with me, my darling, stay!
And, like a dream, thy life shall pass away,
Shall pass away."
As Quincy finished reading, Leopold and Rosa came suddenly into the
room.
"We were not eavesdropping," explained Leopold, "but just as we were
going to enter the room we heard your voice and knew that you were
either reading or speaking a piece, so we waited until you had
finished."
"I was only reading the words of a new song that I brought down to Miss
Pettengill," said Quincy; "she liked the melody and I thought she would
appreciate it still more if she knew the words."
"Exactly," said Leopold; "that's the reason I don't like opera, I mean
the singing part.
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