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[Oh, when thro' all the crowd she came] |
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[Oh, when thro' all the crowd she came]
Oh, when thro' all the crowd she came,
My child, my darling, glad and fair,
How seemed she like a flying flame
That parts at eve the dusk of air!
How leapt my heart, regarding there
Her ways in coming, softly fleet,
Her starry aspect, shining hair,
The light grace of her eager feet!
My child, my darling, glad and fair,
How seemed she like a flying flame
That parts at eve the dusk of air!
How leapt my heart, regarding there
Her ways in coming, softly fleet,
Her starry aspect, shining hair,
The light grace of her eager feet!
But when from those blue deeps divine
The tender glory quivering shone,
And her eyes' ardour met in mine
The love she loved to look upon;—
Then rainy mist or crowded floor
Became as heaven for her and me,
The London whirlwind, London roar,
As sighing of an enchanted sea.
The tender glory quivering shone,
And her eyes' ardour met in mine
The love she loved to look upon;—
Then rainy mist or crowded floor
Became as heaven for her and me,
The London whirlwind, London roar,
As sighing of an enchanted sea.
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