 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
BIRTH OF THE NEW LOVE.
AN ALMAN FOR THE LUTE.
O! the day that we went sailing,
A-sailing on the sea—
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee.
Far more restless than the ocean,
As our boat plowed through the brine,
Was my heart, in its emotion,
As my breast heaved close to thine.
O! the day that we went sailing
Upon that summer sea;
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee—
Gave my soul alone to thee!
Gave my heart and soul to thee!
A-sailing on the sea—
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee.
Far more restless than the ocean,
As our boat plowed through the brine,
Was my heart, in its emotion,
As my breast heaved close to thine.
O! the day that we went sailing
Upon that summer sea;
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I first gave my soul to thee—
Gave my soul alone to thee!
Gave my heart and soul to thee!
Then thy dark eyes, mildly tender,
Beamed responsive unto mine,
As my soul, in words of splendor,
Soared to glory over thine.
When you talked, it was like singing;
When you sang, it was to me
Far above an Angel's, bringing
Down the Heavens upon the sea!
O! the day that we went sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee—
Gave my soul alone to thee!
Gave my heart and soul to thee!
Beamed responsive unto mine,
As my soul, in words of splendor,
Soared to glory over thine.
When you talked, it was like singing;
When you sang, it was to me
Far above an Angel's, bringing
Down the Heavens upon the sea!
O! the day that we went sailing,
A-sailing on the sea;
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee—
Gave my soul alone to thee!
Gave my heart and soul to thee!
Then I asked you, in my blindness,
To give light unto mine eyes;
And you answered, in your kindness,
With a vision from the skies!
Answered not alone with blushes,
But with trembling lips to mine,
As the blood of life now rushes
Through my soul to mix with thine!
O! the day that we went sailing
Upon that summer sea;
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee—
Gave my soul alone to thee!
Gave my heart and soul to thee!
To give light unto mine eyes;
And you answered, in your kindness,
With a vision from the skies!
Answered not alone with blushes,
But with trembling lips to mine,
As the blood of life now rushes
Through my soul to mix with thine!
O! the day that we went sailing
Upon that summer sea;
Then it was that, Love prevailing,
I first gave my soul to thee—
Gave my soul alone to thee!
Gave my heart and soul to thee!
| Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights | |