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SONG TO ISA.
I.
Upon thy lips now liesThe music-dew of love;
And in thy deep blue eyes,
More mild than heaven above,
The meekness of the dove.
II.
More sweet than the perfumeOf snow-white jessamine,
When it is first in bloom,
Is that sweet breath of thine,
Which mingles now with mine.
III.
Like an Æolian sound,Out of an ocean shell,
Which fills the air around
With music, such as fell
From lips of Israfel;
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IV.
Over thy lips now flow,Out of thy heart for me,
Sweet songs, which none can know
But him who hopes to be
Forevermore with thee.
V.
And like the snow-white DoveFrightened from earth at even
On tempests borne above,—
My swift-winged soul is driven
Upon thy voice to heaven!
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