Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | ||
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ON HEARING A LADY SING “LOVE IS PASSING.”
“Love is passing,” say'st thou? Nay,Dost thou Love so little know?
Where thou singest he must stay,
Even should'st thou bid him go!
Without the will or power to flee,
Drinking in the silver tone
Of a voice, which seems to be
A tender echo of his own.
Songs and Poems from 1819 to 1879 | ||