the heart's anwser.
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THE HEART'S ANSWER
a song.
"Speak—speak to me, darling!
Hide thy sweet blush in my breast;
Breathe but one dear little murmur;
Thine eyes shall tell me the rest.
Hide thy sweet blush in my breast;
Breathe but one dear little murmur;
Thine eyes shall tell me the rest.
Say only thou wilt be mine, love;
Whisper me one little—"Yes!"
Ah! thou art silent,—thy soul, love,
Feels not my pleading caress!"
Whisper me one little—"Yes!"
Ah! thou art silent,—thy soul, love,
Feels not my pleading caress!"
Low as the sigh of a flower,
Heard in the stillness of night,
Came the fond tones of the maiden,
Trembling with fear and delight,—
Heard in the stillness of night,
Came the fond tones of the maiden,
Trembling with fear and delight,—
