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A LOVER'S LOGIC.
I
I am skill'd in magic lore,And can tell thee, dearest maiden,
What the winds at evening say,
As amid the boughs they play;—
What the river to its shore,
Softly whispers evermore
From its heart o'erladen.
II
I can tell thee how the moonBreathes persuasion to the billows;
What discourse the mountain makes
To its shadow-loving lakes;
And conceal'd in lonely nooks
What the little devious brooks
Murmur to the willows.
III
“Love thou me—for I love thee,”Is the song they sing for ever.
At this moment I can hear
The responses ringing clear;
And the very stars repeat
To the moon an answer sweet—
“Love shall perish never.”
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IV
And if thus Earth, Sea, and SkyFind a voice to sing their passion,
Should we fail, my dearest maid,
Wandering in this greenwood shade,
To repeat the same sweet song,
We should do their music wrong,
And be out of fashion.
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