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HOW SHALL I WOO HER?
L'on n'aime bien qu'une seule fois : c'est la premiere. Les amours qui suivent sont moins involontaires !
How shall I woo her ?-I will stand
Beside her when she sings ; And watch that fine and fairy hand
Flit o'er the quivering strings : And I will tell her, I have heard,
Though sweet her song may be, A voice, whose every whispered word
Was more than song to me!
How shall I woo her ?-I will gaze,
In sad and silent trance, On those blue eyes, whose liquid rays
Look love in every glance: And I will tell her, eyes more bright,
Though bright her own may beam,
Will fling a deeper spell to-night
Upon me in my dream.
How shall I woo her ?—I will try
The charms of olden time, And swear by earth and sea and sky,
And rave in prose and rhyme ;And I will tell her when I bent.
My knee in other years, I was not half so eloquent,
I could not speak for tears !
How shall I woo her?-I will bow
Before the holy shrine ;
And press her lips to mine ;
From passion's thrilling kiss,
Is dearer far than bliss.
Away! away! the chords are mute,
The bond is rent in twain ;-
Nor clasp those links again :
Love's perjury is light sin ; But souls that lose what I have lost,—
What have they left to win?
The lady of his love, oli, she was changed,
Go thou, while in thy soul, and fill a throne
. I know that it must be, Yea! thou art changed—all worshipped as thou artMourned as thou shalt be! Sickness of the heart
Hath done its work on thee!
Thy dim eyes tell a tale,
Beauteous, and yet so pale !
Changed love! but not alone ! I am not what they think me; though my cheek Wear but its last year's furrow, though I speak
Thus in my natural tone.
The temple of my youth
In the pure shrine of truth.
I went into the storm,
I have not harmed a worm !"
Vainly the heart is steeled
Upon his cloven shield.
Virtue and Virtue's rest, How have they perished! Through my onward course Repentance dogs my footsteps ! black Remorse
Is my familiar guest !
The glory and the glow
And nothing to bestow!