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| Is it not well Is it not well that love should seal my lips? That all their mused words should swoon and die? What could confession bring me? Love's eclipse; The inward light veiled from the inward eye. Is it not well that when the tide waves roll In from the deeps of love's mysterious main, Their rising floods of silence should control The heart's tumultuous ecstasy and pain? O let us talk of all things - new and old, Trivial and grave - till we can talk no more: But let me keep one thought untouched, untold; And do thou guess that i have locked one door. So, when the spaces of charmed silence come, My heart's deep love will be no longer dumb.. |
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