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Show A SIGH. Never to see her, nor hear" her, Never to mention her name, But ever to feel her grow dearer, Always to love her the same. To open one's arms to her, dearer Through waiting, and still, if she came, To know she is never the nearer, Yet always to love her the same. To feel her never the nearer Whatever the heartache the flame Burning through tears but the clearer! Always to love her the same. Never to see Jier, nor hear hor, Never to mention her name, Only with tenderness dearer, Always to love her the same. Fiom the French of Sully Prudhomme. |
