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UNSPOKEN PASSION
We never breathed of lore a word,
Yet we were both aware
Of the deep passion newly stirred
Which neither might declare.
Yet we were both aware
Of the deep passion newly stirred
Which neither might declare.
We talked of things indifferent,
And none our thoughts might guess,
Though love to every accent lent
A tone of tenderness.
And none our thoughts might guess,
Though love to every accent lent
A tone of tenderness.
Swift telegraphic messages
Flashed forth from eye to eye:
"I love, but must my love suppress"—
"O cruel destiny."
Flashed forth from eye to eye:
"I love, but must my love suppress"—
"O cruel destiny."
"Ah! had we only met before.
When we to love were free!"
"Wretched we must be evermore,
None so forlorn as we!"
When we to love were free!"
"Wretched we must be evermore,
None so forlorn as we!"
"Our secret love our eyes alone,
And not our lips may tell."
"No need of words for what is known
To both of us so well."
And not our lips may tell."
"No need of words for what is known
To both of us so well."
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