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THE SIGNS OF LOVE
The sleepless eye,
The frequent tear,
The deep drawn sigh,
Of Hope and Fear
Are they not Love's?
The frequent tear,
The deep drawn sigh,
Of Hope and Fear
Are they not Love's?
But sighs may feign
And tears betray,
And Guilt and Pain
And slow decay,
Are they not Love's?
And tears betray,
And Guilt and Pain
And slow decay,
Are they not Love's?
Then would'st thou know
The false from true,
Through bliss and woe
Still keep in view,
What signs are Love's?
The false from true,
Through bliss and woe
Still keep in view,
What signs are Love's?
The silent tear,
The secret sigh,
Unheard by ear,
Unseen by eye,
These, these are Love's!
The secret sigh,
Unheard by ear,
Unseen by eye,
These, these are Love's!
The looks which hide,
Not those that shew,
What one beside,
Alone should know,
These, these are Love's!
Not those that shew,
What one beside,
Alone should know,
These, these are Love's!
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Pangs whose kind art
Veils their excess,
That one fond heart
May feel them less:
These, these are Love's!
Veils their excess,
That one fond heart
May feel them less:
These, these are Love's!
The powers that reign,
With tranquil air,
O'er untold pain
And mute despair;
These, these are Love's!
With tranquil air,
O'er untold pain
And mute despair;
These, these are Love's!
The breast that aches
But never swells,
The heart that breaks
Yet never tells,
These, these are Love's!
But never swells,
The heart that breaks
Yet never tells,
These, these are Love's!
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