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[VII
I love thee longer and I love thee most]
I love thee longer and I love thee most—
Altho' I love thee always to the end—
To-day among the blossoms lightly tossed
That with the sunshine blend,
Altho' I love thee always to the end—
To-day among the blossoms lightly tossed
That with the sunshine blend,
Below the bright new leaves and wandering
Within the warm and lilac-laden breeze,
I love thee most this only day of spring
Under the open trees.
Within the warm and lilac-laden breeze,
I love thee most this only day of spring
Under the open trees.
This thick curled hyacinth is all for thee.
The tulips yonder wave to get a smile.
Make them as happy, love! Ah happy me!
Love them a little while.
The tulips yonder wave to get a smile.
Make them as happy, love! Ah happy me!
Love them a little while.
I am so happy, happy, being thine!
There draws throughout my breast from backward far
A lonely highroad up to the sky line,
To thee, my sunset-star.
There draws throughout my breast from backward far
A lonely highroad up to the sky line,
To thee, my sunset-star.
And tip-toe on the height my soul looked up
With asking eyes, and softly flew away.
I love thee in the ways of Paradise,
I love thee most to-day.
With asking eyes, and softly flew away.
I love thee in the ways of Paradise,
I love thee most to-day.
The sun is westering in thy dark red hair;
Let me throw down my armful here of bloom,
And leaned on this acacia let us share
The daylight going home.
Let me throw down my armful here of bloom,
And leaned on this acacia let us share
The daylight going home.
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And suffer once that from thy lips I drink
The livelong happiness of our to-day,
Till at thy feet in songs and prayer I sink
That thou shouldst call me thine.
The livelong happiness of our to-day,
Till at thy feet in songs and prayer I sink
That thou shouldst call me thine.
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