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[Wouldst thou have this pale lip smile? but say]
Wouldst thou have this pale lip smile? but say,
And I will learn that lovely lore!
Wouldst chase my shadowing gloom away?
Behold, then, it is o'er!
And I will learn that lovely lore!
Wouldst chase my shadowing gloom away?
Behold, then, it is o'er!
Wouldst thou have these thoughtful-drooping eyes
Lit up by joy and glee?
Wouldst have me banish tears and sighs?
They shall be unknown things to me!
Lit up by joy and glee?
Wouldst have me banish tears and sighs?
They shall be unknown things to me!
Wouldst have my wild heart grow less warm?
Chastened and meekly still,
Thy word is still its master-charm—
'Tis tempered to thy will.
Chastened and meekly still,
Thy word is still its master-charm—
'Tis tempered to thy will.
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And if thou dost not yet approve me,
Speak—speak, I urge—I pray thee!
E'en if thou'dst have me cease to love thee,
I'll die, and still obey thee!
Speak—speak, I urge—I pray thee!
E'en if thou'dst have me cease to love thee,
I'll die, and still obey thee!
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