  Hearts that are glad Beat quicker for the smiling of her lips; Even as the summer air that seems o’ercharged With fragrance, will grow even sweeter still At sudden blossoming of one more rose. But the rose, too, Has her own secret. From the heavenly blue, Regnant upon his throne of light, the sun Sends her his glances; till the timid rose Slowly, leaf after leaf, unveils to him Her beauty; and the summer air at once Takes to itself the soft and fragrant sigh, Nor dreams she offered to a distant sun The incense of her soul. Even so I hear You praise a sudden sweetness in her ways, Grown strangely kind and tender to us all; For me, I recognize the o’erfull heart, Trembling and faint with effort to express Surcharge of beauty that her soul has drawn |
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