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Poem by George Pope Morris
'Twas night. Near the murmuring Saone, We met with no witnesses by, But such as resplendently shone In the blue-tinted vault of the sky: Your head on my bosom was laid, As you said you would ever be mine; And I promised to love, dearest maid, And worship alone at your shrine. Your love on my heart gently fell As the dew on the flowers at eve, Whose blossoms with gratitude swell, A blessing to give and receive: And I knew by the glow on your cheek, And the rapture you could not control, No power had language to speak The faith or content of your soul. I love you as none ever lovedЧ As the steel to the star I am true; And I, dearest maiden, have proved That none ever loved me but you. Till memory loses her power, Or the sands of existence have run, I'll remember the star-lighted hour That mingled two hearts into one.
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