And you should lightly laugh and lightly say,

 

"That was a rose I gave you—nothing more."

"That was a rose I gave you—nothing more."

 

THE SONG OF THE YOUNG PAGE

All that I know of love I see

All that I know of love I see

 

In eyes that never look at me;

In eyes that never look at me;

 

All that I know of love I guess

All that I know of love I guess

 

But from another's happiness.

But from another's happiness.

 

 

A beggar at the window I,

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