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HEART SENSES.
IT met me—that cold and withering look—
Yet my brow was still unclouded;
Not a moment the smile my lip forsook,
And no gloom mine eyes enshrouded.
My song rang forth, and my laugh rose high;
But I saw that look with my HEART'S OWN EYE.
Yet my brow was still unclouded;
Not a moment the smile my lip forsook,
And no gloom mine eyes enshrouded.
My song rang forth, and my laugh rose high;
But I saw that look with my HEART'S OWN EYE.
It fell from thy lips—that chilling word—
When my soul with joy was teeming;
And you dreamed not that by me 't was heard,
For mine eye was bright and beaming.
You heard no sigh, and you saw no tear,—
But that cold word reached my HEART'S OWN EAR.
When my soul with joy was teeming;
And you dreamed not that by me 't was heard,
For mine eye was bright and beaming.
You heard no sigh, and you saw no tear,—
But that cold word reached my HEART'S OWN EAR.
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