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    Be hushed my lute! I know a tone
More silvery and more dear;
I would not have a sound disturb
The voice within my ear.

    Him only on the wide green earth,
Him in the sky above;
To me the world has but these words,
I love him—how I love!

    From the first hour I met his eyes
Another life began;
Till then, a calm untroubled stream,
My life's young current ran.

    But now 'tis stirred with passionate thought,
With many hopes and fears;
The first too tremulous for joy,
The last too sweet for tears.

    I wait his coming till my eyes,
That watch, too soon are dim;
I strive to think of other things—
I only think of him.

    I seem to have, before he comes,
So much I want to say;
I see him, and my gathered words
Melt like a dream away.