* * * When first I saw your face, love, I knew my search was done, You passed my lonely place, love, The light I sought was won, When your steadfast eyes looked down on me, And I arose to follow thee. And something in your smile, love, I knew to be a part Of joy that for a while, love, Had slumbered in my heart: To what sweet music it awoke, When first you turned to me and spoke! |
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