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LOVE IN THE NORTH.
A Ball-room—England.
Does she love me? listen;
As I come through the door,
Mark how her eyes will glisten,
Dull the moment before;
Glance on glance she's darted;
Ever the door they've sought;
Never till now she started;
Never my eye she caught;
Love may mask and pride it
None its presence can guess;
Ah, what mask can hide it?
Does she love me? yes.
As I come through the door,
Mark how her eyes will glisten,
Dull the moment before;
Glance on glance she's darted;
Ever the door they've sought;
Never till now she started;
Never my eye she caught;
Love may mask and pride it
None its presence can guess;
Ah, what mask can hide it?
Does she love me? yes.
Does she love me? glancing,
Look how her eye glides round;
Ah, the spot where I'm dancing,
Point of her search, is found;
Turn I quickly, and turning,
Surely her gaze I meet;
Sinks her hot cheek burning;
Drops her glance to her feet;
Love is dumb? who say it?
Would you his sweet thought guess?
Wordless, he'll betray it;
Does she love me? yes.
Look how her eye glides round;
Ah, the spot where I'm dancing,
Point of her search, is found;
Turn I quickly, and turning,
Surely her gaze I meet;
Sinks her hot cheek burning;
Drops her glance to her feet;
Love is dumb? who say it?
Would you his sweet thought guess?
Wordless, he'll betray it;
Does she love me? yes.
Yes, though she scorn to love me,
Ay, though her haughty will
Others would rank above me,
Yes, she loves me still;
Pride would strive with passion;
Nurture would nature tame;
Hearts are not made by fashion;
Love, it is more than name.
Hope, I hear her singing,
Time the gladdener bless,
Years all radiance bringing,
Yes, she loves thee; yes.
Ay, though her haughty will
Others would rank above me,
Yes, she loves me still;
Pride would strive with passion;
Nurture would nature tame;
Hearts are not made by fashion;
Love, it is more than name.
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Time the gladdener bless,
Years all radiance bringing,
Yes, she loves thee; yes.
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