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And dreaming not an angel might
With amorous sighs about her hover,
And asking not, and caring not,
For so combustible a lover,
In life's strange drama wisely chose
A safe and less ambitious part,
In man alone sufficient found
For fancy, intellect, and heart.
With amorous sighs about her hover,
And asking not, and caring not,
For so combustible a lover,
In life's strange drama wisely chose
A safe and less ambitious part,
In man alone sufficient found
For fancy, intellect, and heart.
TO ———.
We never met; yet to my soul
Thy name hath been a voice of singing,
And ever to thy glorious lays
The echoes of my heart are ringing.
Thy name hath been a voice of singing,
And ever to thy glorious lays
The echoes of my heart are ringing.
We never met; yet is thy face,
Thy pictured face, before me now;
Strangely, like life, I almost see
The dark curls wave upon thy brow!
Thy pictured face, before me now;
Strangely, like life, I almost see
The dark curls wave upon thy brow!
This face reveals that poet-life,
Still deepening, still rising higher,
A breathing from thy soul of song,
A glow from out thy heart of fire!
Still deepening, still rising higher,
A breathing from thy soul of song,
A glow from out thy heart of fire!
