 | Letters of Laura D'Auverne |  |
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WORDS AND HEARTS.
Fond words do not ensure fond hearts,
Nor glances bold prove love;
The tongue that deepest truth imparts,
May often faltering prove.
Love's ways, 'tis known, are different ways,
In different tempers found;
But oh!—give me the timid gaze,
That, bashful, seeks the ground!
Nor glances bold prove love;
The tongue that deepest truth imparts,
May often faltering prove.
Love's ways, 'tis known, are different ways,
In different tempers found;
But oh!—give me the timid gaze,
That, bashful, seeks the ground!
Give me the steps that softly glide,
Lest earth their place should tell;—
The feelings that 'neath blushes hide,
As birds 'mid roses dwell;—
The lips that tremble lest a word
Their secret hopes betray;—
The whispers 'neath the moonlight heard,
That shun the ruder day!
Lest earth their place should tell;—
The feelings that 'neath blushes hide,
As birds 'mid roses dwell;—
The lips that tremble lest a word
Their secret hopes betray;—
The whispers 'neath the moonlight heard,
That shun the ruder day!
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