Classic Poem

Oh! a heart it loves, it loves thee,
That never loved before,
Oh! a heart it loves, it loves thee,
That heart can love no more.

As the rose was in the bud, love,
Ere it opened into sight,
As yon star, in drumlie daylight,
Behind the blue was bright, —

So thine image in my heart, love,
As pure, as bright, as fair,
Thyself unseen, unheeded,
I saw and loved it there.

Oh! a heart it loves, it loves thee,
As heart ne'er loved before;
Oh! a heart it loves, loves, loves thee,
That heart can love no more.