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A LOVE SONG
Some may praise thy wondrous tresses
With a poet's golden speech;
Some may muse within their meshes
On thy cheek, so soft's the peach;
Some may sing that stars above thee
Wait for thee to light their skies;
I can only say—I love thee,
With my lips and with mine eyes.
With a poet's golden speech;
Some may muse within their meshes
On thy cheek, so soft's the peach;
Some may sing that stars above thee
Wait for thee to light their skies;
I can only say—I love thee,
With my lips and with mine eyes.
Some may call thee true and tender
In an ode upon thy face;
Or may hymn thy bosom's splendour,
Snow beneath its snowy lace!
Some may sing that saints above thee
Are less pure in Paradise;
I can only say—I love thee,
With my lips and with mine eyes.
In an ode upon thy face;
Or may hymn thy bosom's splendour,
Snow beneath its snowy lace!
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Are less pure in Paradise;
I can only say—I love thee,
With my lips and with mine eyes.
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