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OH! LISTEN, LOVE, TO ME
OH! Listen, Love, to me! Of you I sing,
With your dear name I make the echoes ring
Where'er I go I see you everywhere,
There is no secret place, but you are there!
I close mine eyes, and then mine ears rejoice
In sounds of water: for I hear your Voice!
      Oh! Listen, Love, to me!

In flaming colour of the Sun-kissed clouds,
I find your Hair, that your pale Face enshrouds.
That pure pale Face that does the Moon outshine,
With inner radiancy of Love divine!
The South Wind is your Breath, whose fragrant Scent,
With thyme, and lavender, and musk is blent.
      Oh! Listen, Love, to me!

"Forget me not" your Eyes, and your sweet Lips,
Sweeter than honey that the brown Bee sips.
Your Feet are Lilies in their perfect white,
And when you move, it is the Swallow's flight.
The warmth of Summer Sun is in your Smile.
Ah! Joy for me to bask therein awhile!
      Oh! Listen, Love, to me!

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