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What strange thing is this
That warmed my cold cold heart
That made man live and die and kiss
That intoxicate this love-lorn bard
 
I longed to see the morrow still yet dark
I longed into the future peep
I longed to know you, whom my heart
Dedicates now its every beat
 
O this peculiar feeling
That bid me now to live
That caused my songs to sing
And the morow you to kiss.
 
But who are you whom I longed to love?
You, the dark morrow's light
You whom my sanity serve
Whom I love to love, a stranger despite
 
View Article  Love 2

The soft Sun this Morn

Warmd my heart and bones

And inspired these verses

Writ for you and you alone:

 

Lovely like a fresh new Day,

Beauty the Night compares,

Eyes like the Sun in May

Sweet the Smiles you wear.

Your Hair the silky flowing Veil

Crown from Venus stole

The Stars dost nightly hail,

The slender tow’r of your Nose.

The sacred shrine of your cheeks

Your lips the altar stage

Command from my pilgrim lips
A thousand kisses of homage.

 

O' how I love to love you


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