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Gaily sound the Castanet,
Beating time to bounding feet;
When, after daylight’s golden set,
Maids and youths by moonlight meet.
Oh! then, how sweet to move,
Through all that maze of mirth;
Lighted by those eyes we love,
Beyond all eyes on earth.
Then the joyeous banquet spread,
On the cool and fragrant ground;
With night’s bright eye--beams over head,
And still brighter sparkling round.
Oh! then, how sweet to say,
Into the loved one’s ear;
Thoughts reserved through many a day,
To be thus whispered there.
When the dance and feast are done,
Arm and arm as home we stray;
How sweet to see the dawning sun,
Over her cheek’s warm blushes play.
Then, then the farewell kiss,
And words whose parting tone;
Lingers still in dreams of bliss,
That haunt young hearts alone.
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