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LOVE THEE?
Love thee?—if thou wert but a song
I'd learnt in earlier day,
Thou ne'er shouldst leave my lips for long,
Be from my thought away!
No; thou shouldst be my theme at morn,
My bird of love at noon;
And I—the happiest lover born—
Would let none list that tune!
I'd learnt in earlier day,
Thou ne'er shouldst leave my lips for long,
Be from my thought away!
No; thou shouldst be my theme at morn,
My bird of love at noon;
And I—the happiest lover born—
Would let none list that tune!
In every stream I'd hear thee, love,
In every fountain-fall;
The birds around, the stars above—
Oh, thou shouldst live in all!
The last sweet rose that dew might sip,
In summer's fading breath,
Should hear that song upon my lip,
Companion sweet in death!
In every fountain-fall;
The birds around, the stars above—
Oh, thou shouldst live in all!
The last sweet rose that dew might sip,
In summer's fading breath,
Should hear that song upon my lip,
Companion sweet in death!
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If thou wert nothing but a voice
In Memory's pensive ear,
Still wouldst thou be my only choice—
A sound for ever dear.
But loving, blooming, all mine own,
And all Life's bliss to prove,
How couldst thou, in so sad a tone,
E'er question if I love?
In Memory's pensive ear,
Still wouldst thou be my only choice—
A sound for ever dear.
But loving, blooming, all mine own,
And all Life's bliss to prove,
How couldst thou, in so sad a tone,
E'er question if I love?
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