The Knickerbocker/Volume 1/Number 1/Song
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[BY KENNETH QUIVORLEY.]
I know thou dost love me—ay! frown as thou wilt, And curl that beautiful lip,Which I never can gaze on without the guilt Of burning its dew to sip;I know that my heart is reflected in thine,And like flowers which over a brook incline, They toward each other dip.
Though thou lookest so cold in these halls of light, Mid the careless, proud, and gay,I will steal like a thief in thy heart at night, And pilfer its thoughts away;I will come in thy dreams at the midnight hour,And thy soul in secret shall own the power It dares to mock by day.