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It is the hour when from the boughs	A
The nightingale's high note is heard	B
It is the hour when lovers' vows	A
Seem sweet in every whisper'd word	B
And gentle winds and waters near	C
Make music to the lonely ear	D
Each flower the dews have lightly wet	E
And in the sky the stars are met	E
And on the wave is deeper blue	F
And on the leaf a browner hue	F
And in the heaven that clear obscure	G
So softly dark and darkly pure	G
Which follows the decline of day	H
As twilight melts beneath the moon away	H
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II	I
But it is not to list to the waterfall	J
That Parisina leaves her hall	J
And it is not to gaze on the heavenly light	K
That the lady walks in the shadow of night	K
And if she sits in Este's bower	L
'Tis not for the sake of its full blown flower	L
She listens but not for the nightingale	M
Though her ear expects as soft a tale	M
There glides a step through the foliage thick	N
And her cheek grows pale and her heart beats quick	N
There whispers a voice through the rustling leaves	O
And her blush returns and her bosom heaves	O
A moment more and they shall meet	P
'Tis past her lover's at her feet	P
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III	I
And what unto them is the world beside	Q
With all its change of time and tide	Q
Its living things its earth and sky	R
Are nothing to their mind and eye	R
And heedless as the dead are they	H
Of aught around above beneath	S
As if all else had pass'd away	H
They only for each other breathe	T
Their very sighs are full of joy	U
So deep that did it not decay	H
That happy madness would destroy	U
The hearts which feel its fiery sway	H
Of guilt of peril do they deem	V
In that tumultuous tender dream	V
Who that have felt that passion's power	L
Or paused or fear'd in such an hour	L
Or thought how brief such moments last	W
But yet they are already past	W
Alas we must awake before	X
We know such vision comes no more	X
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IV	Y
With many a lingering look they leave	Y
The spot of guilty gladness past	W
And though they hope and vow they grieve	Y
As if that parting were the last	W
The frequent sigh the long embrace	Z
The lip that there would cling for ever	L
While gleams on Parisina's face	Z
The Heaven she fears will not forgive her	L
As if each calmly conscious star	A2
Beheld her frailty from afar	A2
The frequent sigh the long embrace	Z
Yet binds them to their trysting place	Z
But it must come and they must part	B2
In fearful heaviness of heart	B2
With all the deep and shuddering chill	C2
Which follows fast the deeds of ill	C2
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V	Y
And Hugo is gone to his lone bed	D2
To covet there another's bride	Q
But she must lay her conscious head	D2
A husband's trusting heart beside	Q
But fever'd in her sleep she seems	E2
And red her cheek with troubled dreams	E2
And mutters she in her unrest	F2
A name she dare not breathe by day	H
And clasps her lord unto the breast	F2
Which pants for one away	H
And he to that embrace awakes	E2
And happy in the thought mistakes	E2
That dreaming sigh and warm caress	E2
For such as he was wont to bless	E2
And could in very fondness weep	G2
O'er her who loves him even in sleep	G2
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VI	Y
He clasp'd her sleeping to his heart	B2
And listen'd to each broken word	B
He hears Why doth Prince Azo start	B2
As if the Archangel's voice he heard	B
And well he may a deeper doom	H2
Could scarcely thunder o'er his tomb	H2
When he shall wake to sleep no more	X
And stand the eternal throne before	X
And well he may his earthly peace	E2
Upon that sound is doom'd to cease	E2
That sleeping whisper of a name	I2
Bespeaks her guilt and Azo's shame	I2
And whose that name that o'er his pillow	J2
Sounds fearful as the breaking billow	J2
Which rolls the plank upon the shore	X
And dashes on the pointed rock	K2
The wretch who sinks to rise no more	X
So came upon his soul the shock	K2
And whose that name 'tis Hugo's his	E2
In sooth he had not deem'd of this	E2
'Tis Hugo's he the child of one	L2
He loved his own all evil son	L2
The offspring of his wayward youth	M2
When he betray'd Bianca's truth	M2
The maid whose folly could confide	Q
In him who made her not his bride	Q
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VII	Y
He pluck'd his poniard in its sheath	S
But sheathed it ere the point was bare	N2
Howe'er unworthy now to breathe	T
He could not slay a thing so fair	N2
At least not smiling sleeping there	N2
Nay more he did not wake her then	O2
But gazed upon her with a glance	E2
Which had she roused her from her trance	E2
Had frozen her sense to sleep again	O2
And o'er his brow the burning lamp	P2
Gleam'd on the dew drops big and damp	P2
She spake no more but still she slumber'd	Q
While in his thought her days are number'd	Q
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VIII	Y
And with the morn he sought and found	Q
In many a tale from those around	Q
The proof of all he fear'd to know	J2
Their present guilt his future woe	J2
The long conniving damsels seek	Q2
To save themselves and would transfer	L
The guilt the shame the doom to her	L
Concealment is no more they speak	Q2
All circumstance which may compel	R2
Full credence to the tale they tell	R2
And Azo's tortured heart and ear	D
Have nothing more to feel or fear	C
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IX	E2
He was not one who brook'd delay	H
Within the chamber of his state	Q
The chief of Este's ancient sway	H
Upon his throne of judgment sate	Q
His nobles and his guards are there	N2
Before him is the sinful pair	N2
Both young and one how passing fair	N2
With swordless belt and fetter'd hand	Q
O Christ that thus a son should stand	Q
Before a father's face	E2
Yet thus must Hugo meet his sire	L
And hear the sentence of his ire	S2
The tale of his disgrace	E2
And yet he seems not overcome	T2
Although as yet his voice be dumb	T2
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X	E2
And still and pale and silently	Y
Did Parisina wait her doom	H2
How changed since last her speaking eye	Y
Glanced gladness round the glittering room	H2
Where high born men were proud to wait	Q
Where beauty watch'd to imitate	Q
Her gentle voice her lovely mien	U2
And gather from her air and gait	Q
The graces of its queen	U2
Then had her eye in sorrow wept	Q
A thousand warriors forth had leapt	Q
A thousand swords had sheathless shone	V2
And made her quarrel all their own	V2
Now what is she and what are they	H
Can she command or these obey	H
All silent and unheeding now	W2
With downcast eyes and knitting brow	W2
And folded arms and freezing air	N2
And lips that scarce their scorn forbear	N2
Her knights and dames her court is there	N2
And he the chosen one whose lance	E2
Had yet been couch'd before her glance	E2
Who were his arm a moment free	N2
Had died or gain'd her liberty	N2
The minion of his father's bride	Q
He too is fetter'd by her side	Q
Nor sees her swoln and full eye swim	X2
Less for her own despair than him	X2
Those lids o'er which the violet vein	Y2
Wandering leaves a tender stain	Y2
Shining through the smoothest white	Q
That e'er did softest kiss invite	Q
Now seem'd with hot and livid glow	J2
To press not shade the orbs below	J2
Which glance so heavily and fill	C2
As tear on tear grows gathering still	C2
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XI	N2
And he for her had also wept	Q
But for the eyes that on him gazed	Q
His sorrow if he felt it slept	Q
Stern and erect his brow was raised	Q
Whate'er the grief his soul avow'd	Q
He would not shrink before the crowd	Q
But yet he dared not look on her	N2
Remembrance of the hours that were	N2
His guilt his love his present state	Q
His father's wrath all good men's hate	Q
His earthly his eternal fate	Q
And hers oh hers he dared not throw	J2
One look upon that deathlike brow	N2
Else had his rising heart betray'd	Q
Remorse for all the wreck it made	Q
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XII	N2
And Azo spake 'But yesterday	H
I gloried in a wife and son	L2
That dream this morning pass'd away	H
Ere day declines I shall have none	L2
My life must linger on alone	V2
Well let that pass there breathes not one	L2
Who would not do as I have done	L2
Those ties are broken not by me	N2
Let that too pass the doom's prepared	Q
Hugo the priest awaits on thee	N2
And	Q