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Had I but known when first I saw thee there,
Slender of form and happy in thy smile,
Would I have oped my hungry heart to bear
The burden now it carries all the while?
For but a child I lightly held thee then,
Nor cared to wake the starlight in thy eyes,
Nor dreamed this glad unrest. O where and when
Did love first spring from out the bourne of sighs?
Was it the touch of thy soft hand, the chords
Of love were wakened by, or thy warm breath
O'er gladsome smile or tender-spoken words,
That crowned my heart with this soul-passioned wreath,
And bade me then to know thee for my own—
Thou dark-eyed child unto a woman grown?
Slender of form and happy in thy smile,
Would I have oped my hungry heart to bear
The burden now it carries all the while?
For but a child I lightly held thee then,
Nor cared to wake the starlight in thy eyes,
Nor dreamed this glad unrest. O where and when
Did love first spring from out the bourne of sighs?
Was it the touch of thy soft hand, the chords
Of love were wakened by, or thy warm breath
O'er gladsome smile or tender-spoken words,
That crowned my heart with this soul-passioned wreath,
And bade me then to know thee for my own—
Thou dark-eyed child unto a woman grown?
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