  LOVE within the lover’s breast Burns like Hesper in the West, O’er the ashes of the sun, Till the day and night are done; Then, when dawn drives up his car— Lo! it is the morning star. Love! thy love pours down on mine, As the sunlight on the vine, As the snow rill on the vale, As the salt breeze on the sail; As the song unto the bird On my lips thy name is heard. As a dewdrop on the rose In thy heart my passion glows; As a skylark to the sky, Up into thy breast I fly; As a sea-shell of the sea Ever shall I sing of thee. |
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