Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/The Charm

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The Charm.
From the Spanish.
Wind the spell, bind the spell;—What is in it! Fond farewell!Wreathed with drops from azure eyes,Twilight vows, and midnight sighs.
Bind it on the maiden's soul!Suns may set, and years may roll;Yet beneath the tender twineAll the spirit shall be thine.
Oceans may between you sweep,But the spell's as strong and deep!Anguish, distance, time are vain—Death alone can loose the chain.

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