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THY LAUGHTER.
Oh, love, there is a laughter on thy tongue,
Sweeter than music, tenderer than sighs,
Softer than love's low questions and replies,
Purer than when a nightingale hath sung!
Lo! yesternight how soft the cadence rung!
Oh, love, there is a laughter in thine eyes,
Tho' thou art angel, when thy swift glance flies
Towards me; thy lips laugh, honeysuckle-hung.
Sweeter than music, tenderer than sighs,
Softer than love's low questions and replies,
Purer than when a nightingale hath sung!
Lo! yesternight how soft the cadence rung!
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Tho' thou art angel, when thy swift glance flies
Towards me; thy lips laugh, honeysuckle-hung.
Thy laughter hath a magic silver-sweet,
A ripple of soft unearthly luring sound—
And oh how rings thy foot upon the ground,
And oh how tender is thine own heart-beat
When next to mine the tides in unison
Rush first together, then, more softly, on.
A ripple of soft unearthly luring sound—
And oh how rings thy foot upon the ground,
And oh how tender is thine own heart-beat
When next to mine the tides in unison
Rush first together, then, more softly, on.
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