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CONFIDANTS.
All things that know a lover's heart
Know the warm secret closed in mine;
From all things eager whispers start—
“We know, we know it! she is thine.”
Know the warm secret closed in mine;
From all things eager whispers start—
“We know, we know it! she is thine.”
The swallow seeking southern skies,
Where some clear summer waters shine,
Circles my tropic dream and flies,
Singing, “I fly, but she is thine.”
Where some clear summer waters shine,
Circles my tropic dream and flies,
Singing, “I fly, but she is thine.”
Pale flowers, which Autumn's lips have kiss'd,
Whose far-off May gives back no sign,
Murmur farewell—their souls in mist—
But smile, in dying, “she is thine.”
Whose far-off May gives back no sign,
Murmur farewell—their souls in mist—
But smile, in dying, “she is thine.”
The cricket from my hearth at night
Thrills the vague hours with carols fine,
Singing the darkness into light,
“After a while, and she is thine.”
Thrills the vague hours with carols fine,
Singing the darkness into light,
“After a while, and she is thine.”
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