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love-letter to a friend.
In love that would not let me sleep,
I hung above thy tranquil rest,
Whose soft, low breathings scarcely stirred
The snowy folds upon thy breast,
And watched to see thy starry eyes
Beam from their blue-veined lids' eclipse,
And drank thy very breath, and kissed
The night-dew from thy rose-bud lips!
I hung above thy tranquil rest,
Whose soft, low breathings scarcely stirred
The snowy folds upon thy breast,
And watched to see thy starry eyes
Beam from their blue-veined lids' eclipse,
And drank thy very breath, and kissed
The night-dew from thy rose-bud lips!
As one in moon-lit, star-crowned night
Marks not the dark and envious shades
That lurk within the garden-bower,
Or glide along the forest-glades;
Thus heed I not life's shadows dim,
Though gathering fast, around, above,
The blessed while 't is mine to feel
The silvery presence of thy love.
Marks not the dark and envious shades
That lurk within the garden-bower,
Or glide along the forest-glades;
Thus heed I not life's shadows dim,
Though gathering fast, around, above,
The blessed while 't is mine to feel
The silvery presence of thy love.
