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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton - The Greek Girl’s Lament For Her Lover
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IMRA! thy form is vanished 
From the proud and patriot band; 
Imra! thy voice is silent, 
`Mongst the voices of the land. 
And bravely hast thou fallen; 
In joy didst thou depart; 
Their chains shall never bind thee, 
Young hero of my heart! 

But with thee the dream is over 
That bound my soul so long; 
And the words of fame and glory 
Have vanished from my song: 
My heart which bounded proudly 
Is as sad as sad can be; 
I thought it beat for freedom, 
But I feel it beat--for thee. 

I thought the victory`s triumph 
Would have made my soul rejoice, 
But that was when I listened 
To the music of thy voice. 
The dreams of fame and conquest, 
Of my country being free; 
What love were they to Zoë, 
But most blessed dreams of thee? 

It is past--thy voice may never 
Speak of triumph, or of love; 
And the bright hope that was burning 
Hath flown with thee above. 
This earth contains no dwelling, 
No land of rest for me; 
When Hellas was my country, 
I dwelt in it with thee!
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