 | Fifty lyrical ballads |  |
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I HAVE LOVED THEE.
I have loved thee in the brightness of thy beauty and thy bloom,
I have loved thee in the shadow of thy sickness and thy gloom;
I have loved thee for thy sweet smile, when thy heart was light and gay;
Yet I loved thee even better when the smile had pass'd away:
I have loved thee in the shadow of thy sickness and thy gloom;
I have loved thee for thy sweet smile, when thy heart was light and gay;
Yet I loved thee even better when the smile had pass'd away:
Alas! I never loved thee with the common love of earth,
The love that boasts it's proud success in revelry and mirth;
My love was nursed in secret, like a blossom that has furl'd
All it's sweet leaves from the notice and the sunshine of the world.
The love that boasts it's proud success in revelry and mirth;
My love was nursed in secret, like a blossom that has furl'd
All it's sweet leaves from the notice and the sunshine of the world.
| Fifty lyrical ballads | |