Poems by Three Friends | ||
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I MPROMPTU TO MARIANNE.
I ask not why the starting tear
Stands trembling in your eye;
I ask not why, when I am near,
You heave the frequent sigh;
For all too well, dear Girl, I know,
The source from whence thy sorrows flow.
Stands trembling in your eye;
I ask not why, when I am near,
You heave the frequent sigh;
For all too well, dear Girl, I know,
The source from whence thy sorrows flow.
This beating heart of mine will tell,
These faltering lips will prove,
Whilst murmuring out a long farewell
To her I fondly love,
That all too well, dear Girl, I know,
The source from whence thy sorrows flow.
These faltering lips will prove,
Whilst murmuring out a long farewell
To her I fondly love,
That all too well, dear Girl, I know,
The source from whence thy sorrows flow.
Poems by Three Friends | ||