Текст оригинала на английском языке
From “Irish Melodies”. 105. They Know Not My Heart
They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; Who think, while I see thee in beauty's young hour, As pure as the morning's first dew on the flower, I could harm what I love, -- as the sun's wanton ray But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away. No -- beaming with light as those young features are, There's a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: It is not that cheek -- 'tis the soul dawning clear Through its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear: As the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair, Is look'd up to the more, because Heaven lies there!
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