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EXTEMP. TO A LADY
This heart of mine—this heart of mine—
Both you and I have schooled it well
In coldness—but those eyes of thine,
When near it they one moment dwell,
Prove that in that moment yet
It will the task of years forget.
Both you and I have schooled it well
In coldness—but those eyes of thine,
When near it they one moment dwell,
Prove that in that moment yet
It will the task of years forget.
Those eyes of thine—those eyes of thine—
Both you and I have known full well
Their power—but this heart of mine
On their deluding light will dwell
As eagerly as fondly yet
As if the past we could forget.
Both you and I have known full well
Their power—but this heart of mine
On their deluding light will dwell
As eagerly as fondly yet
As if the past we could forget.
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This heart of mine—this heart of mine—
Oh! could they once but read it well
Those eyes of thine—those eyes of thine—
Upon a withered scroll would dwell,
Where deeply written lingers yet
Devotion it cannot forget.
Oh! could they once but read it well
Those eyes of thine—those eyes of thine—
Upon a withered scroll would dwell,
Where deeply written lingers yet
Devotion it cannot forget.
C.
Sunday night.
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