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LISE.

If I were a cloud in heaven,
 I would hang over thee;
If I were a star of even,
 I'd rise and set for thee;
For love, life, light, were given
 Thy ministers to be.

If I were a wind's low laughter,
 I'd kiss thy hair;
Or a sunbeam coming after,
 Lie on thy forehead fair;
For the world and its wide hereafter
 Have nought with thee to compare.

If I were a fountain leaping,
 Thy name should be
The burden of my sweet weeping;
 If I were a bee,
My honeyed treasures keeping,
 'Twere all for thee!