a love-letter.
Oh! think not there could ever be
A thought of mine unshared by thee.
A thought of mine unshared by thee.
The deep emotions of that soul,
Flushing the tell-tale cheek
With thoughts of high and holy things,
That words were faint to speak.
Oh! I could gaze each hour away,
Reading thy features' speaking play.
Flushing the tell-tale cheek
With thoughts of high and holy things,
That words were faint to speak.
Oh! I could gaze each hour away,
Reading thy features' speaking play.
Or I would hush, in gentle calm,
Thy mind with words of song,
Whose tones could wake the melody
Of worshipped days now gone;
And I would be in soul with thee,
Amid that speaking melody.
Thy mind with words of song,
Whose tones could wake the melody
Of worshipped days now gone;
And I would be in soul with thee,
Amid that speaking melody.
Oh! say not that thou canst not love,
Thy heart is passion'é own,
That only wants one gentle touch
To thrill from tone to tone.
Thy heart is passion'é own,
That only wants one gentle touch
To thrill from tone to tone.
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