 | Julia Alpinula |  |
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Written in an Album.
1
Oh, I could whisper thee a taleThat surely would thy pity move,
But lightly would the lips avail
To shadow forth the soul's deep love.
2
To tell that tale my pen were weak,My tongue the office too denies,
Then mark it on my varying cheek,
And read it in my silent eyes.
| Julia Alpinula | |