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THY LIPS HAVE NEVER BREATH'D TO ME.

I.
Thy lips have never breath'd to me
 Avowal of their love;
I boast no gage bestow'd by thee,
 The tender tale to prove.
And yet I know thou lovest me
 As deeply and sincerely
As ever woman's heart could love—
 That heart which loves so dearly.

II.
There are a thousand looks and tones
 Of eloquent expression,
A thousand little nameless things
 That frame the heart's confession.
Each, singly, feeble as a wave
 In summer's softest weather,
But strong as the resistless sea,
 When felt and view'd together.

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