Sly as if she sighed,

        Sed six, and over,

        Of a purse ried -

        Ohy lover!

        t;give ime"; for    slip

        the grooving;

        So none h her fair red lip:

        But love seeks truer loving.

        Srembles ness dumb,

        As s were beyond recalling;

        ith a glance for one, and a glance for some,

        From her eyelids rising and falling;

        Speaks on h a blushful air,

        hears bold words, unreproving;

        But    she never will swear -

        And love seeks better loving.

        Go, lady! lean to t-guitar,

        And drop a smile to the bringer;

        tly, when he is far,

        At the voice of an in-door singer.

        Bask tenderly beender eyes;

        Glance ligheir removing;

        And join neo old perjuries -

        But dare not call it loving!

        Unless you    the song is done,

        No ot in thm;

        Unless you    feel, w by One,

        t all men else go h him;

        Unless you    know, wh,

        t your beauty itself s proving;

        Unless you    s;For life, for deat; -

        Oo call it loving!

        Unless you    muse in a crowd all day

        On t face t fixed you;

        Unless you    love, as the angels may,

        it you;

        Unless you    dream t ,

        through behoving and unbehoving;

        Unless you    die w -

        O loving!
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