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SONG.
Nay!—it was not thy loveliness lured me,
Though all that is lovely be thine;
It was something more dear that assured me
Thy soft heart could sorrow with mine!
And oft, when around thee there hovered
The bright and the joyous and free,
Oh say not 'twas Fancy discovered
My gloom was as welcome to thee!
Though all that is lovely be thine;
It was something more dear that assured me
Thy soft heart could sorrow with mine!
And oft, when around thee there hovered
The bright and the joyous and free,
Oh say not 'twas Fancy discovered
My gloom was as welcome to thee!
All power, all wish of resistance
Thy tranquil simplicity stole:
Thy love reawoke my Existence;
Thy form superseded my Soul!
Yet it was not thy loveliness lured me,
Though all that is lovely be thine;
It was something more dear that assured me,
Thy soft heart could sorrow with mine!
Thy tranquil simplicity stole:
Thy love reawoke my Existence;
Thy form superseded my Soul!
Yet it was not thy loveliness lured me,
Though all that is lovely be thine;
It was something more dear that assured me,
Thy soft heart could sorrow with mine!
January, 1832.
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