I should have told thee all I meant to tell,

I

I

I

And how, at Lammas-tide, a wedding-bell

Rang through my sleep, mine own as well as thine;

And how I led thee, smiling, to a shrine

And there endow'd thee with the name I bear;

And how I woke to find the morning-air

Flooded with light. I should have told thee this

And not conceal'd the theme of my long prayer.

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But I was timid. Oh, my love was such

B

B

B

I scarce could name it! Trembling over-much

With too much ardour, I was moved at length

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