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DID NOT.
'Twas a new feeling—something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wish'd, in every half-breath'd sigh,
To speak, but did not.
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;
We saw it in each other's eye,
And wish'd, in every half-breath'd sigh,
To speak, but did not.
She felt my lips' impassion'd touch—
'Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;
But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,
“Oh! do you doubt I love you now?”
Sweet soul! I did not.
'Twas the first time I dared so much,
And yet she chid not;
But whisper'd o'er my burning brow,
“Oh! do you doubt I love you now?”
Sweet soul! I did not.
Warmly I felt her bosom thrill,
I press'd it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till—oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,
And yet, who did not.
I press'd it closer, closer still,
Though gently bid not;
Till—oh! the world hath seldom heard
Of lovers, who so nearly err'd,
And yet, who did not.
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