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[Nay, would'st thou know her? let thine hid heart declare] |
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[Nay, would'st thou know her? let thine hid heart declare]
Nay, would'st thou know her? let thine hid heart declare
Thine own most loved, most fair;
Call the dear dream, and from thy best divine
Dimly that best of mine;
List the still voice when votive Memory sings
Untold and holy things.
Remember how she looked that very day
Which stole thy soul away;
Think in her soft eyes what a glory grew
When love's first word was new.
Ah, friend, and was she lovely? seemed she then
The light and life of men?
Seemed she a creature from high heaven come down
For thine eternal crown?
Nay, canst thou feel it surely and know it well,
Without her heaven were hell,
And her one heart, whate'er God's heaven may be,
Were heaven enough for thee?
Thine own most loved, most fair;
Call the dear dream, and from thy best divine
Dimly that best of mine;
List the still voice when votive Memory sings
Untold and holy things.
Remember how she looked that very day
Which stole thy soul away;
Think in her soft eyes what a glory grew
When love's first word was new.
Ah, friend, and was she lovely? seemed she then
The light and life of men?
Seemed she a creature from high heaven come down
For thine eternal crown?
Nay, canst thou feel it surely and know it well,
Without her heaven were hell,
And her one heart, whate'er God's heaven may be,
Were heaven enough for thee?
Friend, if such life hath beat thy breast within,
We have loved, we are akin.
We have loved, we are akin.
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