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Poems
Ah, I know not, but I love thee!
And thy face to me, my own,
Is the dearest, and there's music
For me in thy lightest tone.
And thy face to me, my own,
Is the dearest, and there's music
For me in thy lightest tone.
There are nobler? yes, perhaps so,
But my heart bows down to thee,
And although thy faults were legion
Thou art still the best to me.
But my heart bows down to thee,
And although thy faults were legion
Thou art still the best to me.
Did the others also miss thee?
Did they feel thine absence pain?
Did they dream that with thy coming
Would return the light again?
Did they feel thine absence pain?
Did they dream that with thy coming
Would return the light again?
I know not! but to my own heart
The slow hours passed, one by one,
Like these flowers I fling by because
Their sweetness all is flown.
The slow hours passed, one by one,
Like these flowers I fling by because
Their sweetness all is flown.
Why is it that the gift most prized
Fate always doth deny?
Why is it that the sweetest thought
Is followed by a sigh.
Fate always doth deny?
Why is it that the sweetest thought
Is followed by a sigh.
O Sovereign power of loving!
The hearts most worthy thee,
Are those that feel most keenly
Thy pitiless decree.
The hearts most worthy thee,
Are those that feel most keenly
Thy pitiless decree.
