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'Neath my lattice through the night Comes the West-Wind perfume laden:
As a lover to a maid Sighing softly, "Here am I!
Come, and wander where I wander in the silence of the stars!"
In the moonbeams' magic light, cool and silent dewdrops glisten
Where the roses weep to listen to my heart's impatient cry:
"Shall the cage-bird leave her prison, golden though her prison bars?"
Through the bars, thy wings beat, To the stars, O sing!
Let thy soul on wings of music soar beyond thy prison bars!
Ah! O bulbul sing to the stars,
Ah! O let thy soul on wings of music soar beyond thy prison bars!