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By the glance of thy radiant eyes,
Where a glory shone
That was half of the summer skies
And half their own;
By the light and yet fervent hold
Of thy gentle hand,—
(As the woodbines the flowers enfold
With their tender band;)
Where a glory shone
That was half of the summer skies
And half their own;
By the light and yet fervent hold
Of thy gentle hand,—
(As the woodbines the flowers enfold
With their tender band;)
By the voice when it breathes in song,
And the echo given
By lips that to Earth belong,
Float up to Heaven;
By the gleams on thy silken hair
At the sunset hour,
And the breadth of thy forehead fair
With its thoughtful power;
And the echo given
By lips that to Earth belong,
Float up to Heaven;
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At the sunset hour,
And the breadth of thy forehead fair
With its thoughtful power;
By these, and by Love's soul divine,
I have no hope but what is thine!
I have no hope but what is thine!
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