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To the Lady of My Heart.
They oft have told me that deceit
Lies hid in dimpled smiles,
But eyes so chaste and lips so sweet
Conceal not wanton wiles!
I'll trust thee, lady!—To deceive,
Or guileful tale to speak,
Was never fashioned I believe
The beauty of thy cheek!
Yes, I will trust the azure eye
That thrilled me with delight,
The loving load-star of a sky
Which erst was darkest night.
Ever, dear maid, in weal or wo,
In gladness and in sorrow,
Hand clasped in hand, we'll forward go,
Both eventide and morrow!
