 | The Uncollected Poems of Henry Timrod |  |
WHILST I ENJOY'D THY SMILES
Whilst I enjoy'd thy smiles, Oh Love!
I never dream'd of sorrows nigh,
But fondly rank'd thy joys above
The purer pleasures of the sky.
I never dream'd of sorrows nigh,
But fondly rank'd thy joys above
The purer pleasures of the sky.
When others told me, there was grief
That lay in wait to check my bliss,
I laugh'd and cried in unbelief,
‘Why! love itself means happiness.’
That lay in wait to check my bliss,
I laugh'd and cried in unbelief,
‘Why! love itself means happiness.’
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But now my incredulity
With deep and heartfelt sighs I rue,
For absence doubt and jealousy
Combine to prove the warning true.
With deep and heartfelt sighs I rue,
For absence doubt and jealousy
Combine to prove the warning true.
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