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THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE by Victor Hugo
     DONNA SOL to HERNANI.

     ("Nous partirons demain.")

     {HERNANI, ACT I.}
     To mount the hills or scaffold, we go to-morrow:
     Hernani, blame me not for this my boldness.
     Art thou mine evil genius or mine angel?
     I know not, but I am thy slave. Now hear me:
     Go where thou wilt, I follow thee. Remain,
     And I remain. Why do I thus? I know not.
     I feel that I must see thee—see thee still—
     See thee for ever. When thy footstep dies,
     It is as if my heart no more would beat;
     When thou art gone, I am absent from myself;
     But when the footstep which I love and long for
     Strikes on mine ear again—then I remember
     I live, and feel my soul return to me.

     G. MOIR.

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