  DEAR, let me dream of love, Ah! though a dream it be! I’ll ask no boon above A word, a smile from thee: At most, in some still hour, one kindly thought of me. Sweet, let me gaze awhile Into those radiant eyes! I’ll scheme not to beguile The heart, that deeper lies Beneath them than yon star in night’s pellucid skies. Love, let my spirit bow In worship at thy shrine! I’ll swear thou shalt not know One word from lip of mine, An instant’s pain to send through that shy soul of thine. |
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