 | [Poems by Duganne in] The floral gift, from nature and the heart |  |
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CHASTE LOVE.
Life of my soul! the love I bear thee
Is pure and holy, yet as deep
As theirs who nightly hover near thee
To guard thy spirit even in sleep,
And vigils o'er thy slumbers keep.
Is pure and holy, yet as deep
As theirs who nightly hover near thee
To guard thy spirit even in sleep,
And vigils o'er thy slumbers keep.
The angels, who do love thee, dearest,
Might share in holy love with me,
And when their whispering thou hearest,
Be sure my spirit speaks to thee—
For my own language theirs will be!
Might share in holy love with me,
And when their whispering thou hearest,
Be sure my spirit speaks to thee—
For my own language theirs will be!
Dearest! wouldst know how I do love thee?
It is not with an earthly fire—
But as the blessed stars above thee,
Which we may love, yet not desire—
And loving, to be like aspire!
It is not with an earthly fire—
But as the blessed stars above thee,
Which we may love, yet not desire—
And loving, to be like aspire!
Duganne.
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