 | Areytos or songs and ballads of the South |  |
LADY, I KNOW THY HEART.
Lady, I know thy heart, like mine,
Endures the crowd, but loves it not;
We do not see its gay lights shine,
Its music does not soothe our lot;
Yet not an ear hath heard the wo
That works unceasing in my breast:
And ah! too well thy pride, I know,
Hath never yet thy pain confess'd.
Endures the crowd, but loves it not;
We do not see its gay lights shine,
Its music does not soothe our lot;
Yet not an ear hath heard the wo
That works unceasing in my breast:
And ah! too well thy pride, I know,
Hath never yet thy pain confess'd.
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Ah! if in heaven our souls may find
That refuge calm—that union there—
Such as no mortal may unbind,
Our separate souls but dream of here!—
Happy, if future spheres may bless
The love that here we dare not own:
Nor thwart the hope, earth makes not less,
Though still denied—though still unshown.
That refuge calm—that union there—
Such as no mortal may unbind,
Our separate souls but dream of here!—
Happy, if future spheres may bless
The love that here we dare not own:
Nor thwart the hope, earth makes not less,
Though still denied—though still unshown.
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