shine for love of her! Ah, sweet surprise! did not think such shining Upon the gloom Of this cold room Could fall. Your even, strong, calm breath Calls life from death. The warm light lies At your triumphant feet, faint with desire To reach you. See! The lining Of violet and of silver in that sheath of fire! If you would care— Although it is November— I will not say A bitter nay To such a gift for building fires. And though it tires Me to think of it—I 'll own to you (If you can stir the ember) It may be found at last, just warm enough for two! TOLD IN CONFIDENCE. Vow you 'll never, never tell him! Freezing stars now glittering farthest, fairest on the winter sky; If he woo me, Not your coldest, cruel ray Or can or may Be found more chill and still to him than I. Vow you 'll never, never tell him! If he woo me, Not your coldest, cruel ray Or can or may Swear you 'll never, never tell him! Warm, red roses lifting your shy faces to the summer dew; If he win me, Blush your sweetest in his sight For his delight, But I can be as warm and sweet as you. Swear you 'll never, never tell him! If he win me, Blush your sweetest in his sight For his delight,
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