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FANCIES.
My love is like a morn in Spring,
So bright, so blest;
Her heart seems ever more to sing
Within her breast:
That graceful breast of fragrant snow,
Where swan-like love's warm pulses go.
So bright, so blest;
Her heart seems ever more to sing
Within her breast:
That graceful breast of fragrant snow,
Where swan-like love's warm pulses go.
My love is like the Moon's dear light,
So sweet her face;
She, o'er the lowly walks of night,
Sheds hope and grace,
And, like the Moon, her presence brings
Refinement to the humblest things.
So sweet her face;
She, o'er the lowly walks of night,
Sheds hope and grace,
And, like the Moon, her presence brings
Refinement to the humblest things.
My love—oh! I could muse, and dwell
Upon her lot,
And still find something more to tell,
Some charm forgot.
She treads the path that life hath given
As beauteous as a star in heaven.
Upon her lot,
And still find something more to tell,
Some charm forgot.
She treads the path that life hath given
As beauteous as a star in heaven.
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