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A Love-Song
I have no armour 'gainst thine eyes,
When thou dost smile on me;
Mine ears they are not enow wise
To shut their doors to thee,
When, like the morn-arousing thrush,
Thou callest out of love's long hush.
When thou dost smile on me;
Mine ears they are not enow wise
To shut their doors to thee,
When, like the morn-arousing thrush,
Thou callest out of love's long hush.
The rain that from the sea arose,
A vapour rare and free,
By clouds and springs and rivers goes
Resistless to the sea.
And from the heart, hands, eyes of me
Love born of thee draws back to thee.
A vapour rare and free,
By clouds and springs and rivers goes
Resistless to the sea.
And from the heart, hands, eyes of me
Love born of thee draws back to thee.
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