 | Studies in verse (1865) |  |
‘O Andrew, this you shall not speak to me:
These words are Lucy's, for her heart is yours.
Indeed, if yonder cloud had rained down dust,
I should have wondered less, than at your mouth
To hear the words I never should have heard.
Indeed, believe me, Lucy loves you well.
You spoke not much to me before to-day,
To Lucy speaking often: how should I
Think more about you than an old dear friend?
Nothing beyond; but she, I have heard her wake
When the gray dawn was on the pane, and call
The name of Andrew: I have seen her sit
And weep an hour in twilight: is not this
True love, or else true love is but a name?
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Indeed, if yonder cloud had rained down dust,
I should have wondered less, than at your mouth
To hear the words I never should have heard.
Indeed, believe me, Lucy loves you well.
You spoke not much to me before to-day,
To Lucy speaking often: how should I
Think more about you than an old dear friend?
Nothing beyond; but she, I have heard her wake
When the gray dawn was on the pane, and call
The name of Andrew: I have seen her sit
And weep an hour in twilight: is not this
True love, or else true love is but a name?
| Studies in verse (1865) | |