Littell's Living Age/Volume 144/Issue 1856/A Love-Song

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A Love-Song[edit]

<poem>

Like sapphires are those eyes of thine,

    Thou loveliest, thou sweetest;

And oh! thrice happy is the man,

    Whom with true love thou greetest.

Thy heart, it is a diamond,

    A beauteous light it showeth,

And oh! thrice happy is the man,

    For whom with love it gloweth.

Like rubies are those lips of thine,

    So perfect in their moulding;

And oh! thrice happy is the man,

    Who's blest with their beholding.

Oh, could I find that happy man,

    As he his pathway wended,

Some day, alone, through the green wood

    His bliss would soon be ended!