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XXXII. WORDLESS
I cannot tell thee, love, how utterly I love thee!
But may the skies of night bend tenderly above thee
And whisper in thine ear,
And may the flowers of June bring thee some word of greeting
And every sacred star a swift kiss, sweet if fleeting:
May the soft June-night bear love's message, dear!
But may the skies of night bend tenderly above thee
And whisper in thine ear,
And may the flowers of June bring thee some word of greeting
And every sacred star a swift kiss, sweet if fleeting:
May the soft June-night bear love's message, dear!
The message of the flowers is sweet and very tender,
And gracious are the stars in all their golden splendour,
Ready their joy to impart.
But none of all these things,—thou knowest it, God above us,—
Not star nor flower nor night, though each of these may love us,
Could speak the full love of my throbbing heart.
And gracious are the stars in all their golden splendour,
Ready their joy to impart.
But none of all these things,—thou knowest it, God above us,—
Not star nor flower nor night, though each of these may love us,
Could speak the full love of my throbbing heart.
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