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Lovers' Thoughts Post by :leonard063083 Category :Poems Author :Helen Hunt Jackson Date :September 2011 Read :1474

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Lovers' Thoughts

"How feels the earth when, breaking from the night,
The sweet and sudden Dawn impatient spills
Her rosy colors all along the hills?
How feels the sea, as it turns sudden white,
And shines like molten silver in the light
Which pours from eastward when the full moon fills
Her time to rise?"

"I know not, love, what thrills
The earth, the sea, may feel. How should I know?
Except I guess by this,--the joy I feel
When sudden on my silence or my gloom
Thy presence bursts and lights the very room?
Then on my face doth not glad color steal
Like shining waves, or hill-tops' sunrise glow?"





(The end)
Helen Hunt Jackson's poem: Lovers' Thoughts

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