'144 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS, I love its every change to trace, Shaded by thought--in pleasure smiling: Amid the world, with pride I see All eyes do homage unto thee: But, oh, this hour is mostinmost dear, When, even from the friendly stealing, I seek my only pleasure here, And fix on thee my every feeling; When thou dost seem allmall mine own, To live, breathe, smile, for me alone. And, oh, to guard thee thus from ill, No other joy can rank before it, When ev'n thy Sleep seems conscious still How true a lov? is watching o'er it ! Such perfect confidence is shewn In this defenceless hour alone. Sleep, thou can'st not know the love, Which passes all of outward shewing, Much may my looks, words, actions .prove, But :how much more untold is .glowing ! And now, in silent loneliness, It passes all, I most express.' ......... ?Google
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