A Madrigal
The rare red tint thy lips have got!
The whole world longs
To kiss them—therefore speak not, dear,
My soul must struggle should it hear!
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I see thee! and my soul is swung
In golden trances of delight!
I hear thee! and my tremulous tongue
Hurls forth a flight
Of bird-like songs saluting thee.
O! come and dwell and dream with me!
The whole world longs
To kiss them—therefore speak not, dear,
My soul must struggle should it hear!
······
I see thee! and my soul is swung
In golden trances of delight!
I hear thee! and my tremulous tongue
Hurls forth a flight
Of bird-like songs saluting thee.
O! come and dwell and dream with me!
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