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TO ESTELLE.
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"No, the eye of friendship may not rend
All that the heart contains,
Its wealth of love, its tenderness,
Its pleasures, and its pains.
Estelle.
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All that the heart contains,
Its wealth of love, its tenderness,
Its pleasures, and its pains.
Estelle.
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And say'st thou so, my gentle friend?
And dost thou deem, indeed,
Thy poet-heart a secret page,
Which none beside may read?
It may be so with many a one
Who idly scans the leaf,
They may not guess how pure its joy,
How deep its inmost grief,—
And dost thou deem, indeed,
Thy poet-heart a secret page,
Which none beside may read?
It may be so with many a one
Who idly scans the leaf,
They may not guess how pure its joy,
How deep its inmost grief,—