Dear, little, beautiful gem,
You healed with your magical cure:
For the heart grew strong,
Tho the way was long,
And you made one life more pure.
You healed with your magical cure:
For the heart grew strong,
Tho the way was long,
And you made one life more pure.
OUR LOVE
On that first evening when thine eyes sought mine,
In eager anticipation and delight,
Didst not thou pour thy burning embers
On my soul, which would endure forevermore!
In eager anticipation and delight,
Didst not thou pour thy burning embers
On my soul, which would endure forevermore!
And when the night had drawn her curtain round,
Did not thine heart with feelings
Unexpressed. give forth the fire
That should burn on by sun, or moon. or star?
Did not thine heart with feelings
Unexpressed. give forth the fire
That should burn on by sun, or moon. or star?
Alas! dear heart of mine, that such a rent
Should come, between our paths;
Should come, between our paths;
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