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BELIEVE ME.
Believe me, or believe me not,
At other shrine I ne'er could bow;
The world itself might be forgot—
But never thou—oh, never thou!
Though absent, I recall'd thy charms;
And wished—as lovers when they part—
I'd, like the vine, a thousand arms,
To clasp thee—hold thee—to my heart.
At other shrine I ne'er could bow;
The world itself might be forgot—
But never thou—oh, never thou!
Though absent, I recall'd thy charms;
And wished—as lovers when they part—
I'd, like the vine, a thousand arms,
To clasp thee—hold thee—to my heart.
There's not a pulse within my breast
But thrills and trembles at thy touch;
Forget?—oh, no! the fear is lest
My soul may love thee overmuch!
Thy very name each feeling warms;
And oft, though vain, the wish will start,
That, vine-like, I'd a thousand arms
To clasp thee ever to my heart!
But thrills and trembles at thy touch;
Forget?—oh, no! the fear is lest
My soul may love thee overmuch!
Thy very name each feeling warms;
And oft, though vain, the wish will start,
That, vine-like, I'd a thousand arms
To clasp thee ever to my heart!
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