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FEARS.
Oh! how shall I grow fair enough
For thee to look upon?
I am but the poor shallow water
That glistens in the sun,
That darkens, mean and beautiless,
When his brief glance moves on.
For thee to look upon?
I am but the poor shallow water
That glistens in the sun,
That darkens, mean and beautiless,
When his brief glance moves on.
Oh! what shall raise me to thy sphere?
How shall my thoughts aspire?
I am the string that warbles to
A poet's touch of fire:
He flings it by,—how dumb and low
Sinks the forgotten lyre!
How shall my thoughts aspire?
I am the string that warbles to
A poet's touch of fire:
He flings it by,—how dumb and low
Sinks the forgotten lyre!
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Remember, then, my humble heart
That trembled with surprise;
Recall the faith that dared to meet
The question of thine eyes:
Shall these not make me dear to thee
Through Love's eternities?
That trembled with surprise;
Recall the faith that dared to meet
The question of thine eyes:
Shall these not make me dear to thee
Through Love's eternities?
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