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TO ------
I ask no look of fondness,
No tender glance of thine,
For they would but be wasted, on
A spirit ruled as mine.
My pulse may lose its quietness
With the music of thy tone;
My heart may wildly thrill with thoughts
The cheek would blush to own.
No tender glance of thine,
For they would but be wasted, on
A spirit ruled as mine.
My pulse may lose its quietness
With the music of thy tone;
My heart may wildly thrill with thoughts
The cheek would blush to own.
It may be thus—it may be thus
For passion's fount is deep;
And easy 'tis for such as thou
To burst its seeming sleep,
Yet fear thou not the turbulence,
Of feelings wild and strong,
Altho' they bear the ling'ring stain,
Of unrequited wrong.
For passion's fount is deep;
And easy 'tis for such as thou
To burst its seeming sleep,
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Of feelings wild and strong,
Altho' they bear the ling'ring stain,
Of unrequited wrong.
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No! beautiful and stainless
Thy love hath ever been—
A veiled and holy shrine to claim
The worshipping of men!—
Then let no look of tenderness
Its earthly home betray;
Nor give at passion's stirring call,
Its priceless gem away.
Thy love hath ever been—
A veiled and holy shrine to claim
The worshipping of men!—
Then let no look of tenderness
Its earthly home betray;
Nor give at passion's stirring call,
Its priceless gem away.
Stanzas 1, 2, 4 Haverhill Gazette, August 9, 1828
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