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OH, HAD I BUT THE POWER!
Oh, had I but the power,
I would twine for thee a bower,
Such as love might ever fancy of the gadding vine and flower;
Such a sky should arch above it,
As should win thee still to love it;
Such birds should sing within it, as should soothe thy saddest hour.
I would twine for thee a bower,
Such as love might ever fancy of the gadding vine and flower;
Such a sky should arch above it,
As should win thee still to love it;
Such birds should sing within it, as should soothe thy saddest hour.
They should gather from thy beauty,
A meet sense of love and duty;
They should image forth the sweetness from thy angel nature breathing,
And the song and sunshine meeting,
Should be evermore completing
The bright circle of delight, which for thine my love is wreathing.
A meet sense of love and duty;
They should image forth the sweetness from thy angel nature breathing,
And the song and sunshine meeting,
Should be evermore completing
The bright circle of delight, which for thine my love is wreathing.
They would take from me the feeling,
They are fittest for revealing,
That still joys to yield the joys which thy dreaming heart but fancies;
And the love of mine they sing thee,
With the homage that they bring thee,
Should possess thee with a magic such as glows in old romances.
They are fittest for revealing,
That still joys to yield the joys which thy dreaming heart but fancies;
And the love of mine they sing thee,
With the homage that they bring thee,
Should possess thee with a magic such as glows in old romances.
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