  IF in thine eyes I saw that softer light That in the skies Doth herald spring’s delight, Ah, love, how loud my heart should sing, Ev’n as the blackbird to the spring! If on thy cheek I saw that warm hue play That doth bespeak The dawn of a new day, Ah, love, how like the lark should rise My soul in rapture to the skies! If from thy mouth I heard such whisper low As from the South Doth through the pine-woods blow, How should my whole soul murmur through With music, as the pine-woods do! |
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