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FEARS.
All night I said, before sleep kissed my eyes,—
And broke from dim unquiet dreams to say,
I will tread down the fears I served to-day
Break the dull spell, and bid the true soul rise.
And broke from dim unquiet dreams to say,
I will tread down the fears I served to-day
Break the dull spell, and bid the true soul rise.
Will meet her sweet glance with a happy gaze,
Her gentle voice with words of very fire,
Unseal the secret of my deep desire:
And all the unuttered yearning of my days.
Her gentle voice with words of very fire,
Unseal the secret of my deep desire:
And all the unuttered yearning of my days.
But when you came, my darling, straight dismayed
At your bright beauty, all I dared was this,
To look and smile and lightly touch your hand,
Not smooth away the truant lock that strayed
And drooping, kissed the brow I dared not kiss,
And the sweet eyes that will not understand.
At your bright beauty, all I dared was this,
To look and smile and lightly touch your hand,
Not smooth away the truant lock that strayed
And drooping, kissed the brow I dared not kiss,
And the sweet eyes that will not understand.
Cambridge, 1884.
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