Lyrics of the heart With other poems. By Alaric A. Watts. With forty-one engravings on steel |
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YOU ASK ME FOR A PLEDGE, LOVE. |
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YOU ASK ME FOR A PLEDGE, LOVE.
You ask me for a pledge, love, but gaze upon my cheek,
And let its hue, when thou art near, my heart's devotion speak;
Look on my dim and tearful eye, my pale and rigid brow,
List to my deep, unbidden sigh,—what need of pledge or vow!
And let its hue, when thou art near, my heart's devotion speak;
Look on my dim and tearful eye, my pale and rigid brow,
List to my deep, unbidden sigh,—what need of pledge or vow!
You ask me for a pledge, love, some token of my truth;
Take then this flower, an emblem meet of woman's blighted youth;
The perfume of its withered leaves, triumphant o'er decay,
May whisper of my changeless love when I have passed away!
Take then this flower, an emblem meet of woman's blighted youth;
The perfume of its withered leaves, triumphant o'er decay,
May whisper of my changeless love when I have passed away!
What, yet another pledge, love; then mark me while I vow,
By all this heart hath borne for thee, by all it suffers now;
In grief or gladness, hope, despair, in bliss or misery,
I'll be, what I have ever been—to thee, to only thee!
By all this heart hath borne for thee, by all it suffers now;
In grief or gladness, hope, despair, in bliss or misery,
I'll be, what I have ever been—to thee, to only thee!
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