A Proverb Proved
Will my love's so truthful eyes
Ever fail me, though I please
From their depths to draw supplies
That could waste the seas?
Will those pure, delicious springs
Ever fail me? Wretched day
When my heart no longer brings
Its life-draught away!
Do they nourish my desire
But to break the golden bowl:—
At their margin bid expire
My all-thirsting soul?
No! a voice forever tells
That my love's so truthful eyes
Are th' unfathomed crystal wells
Where within truth lies.
Ever fail me, though I please
From their depths to draw supplies
That could waste the seas?
Will those pure, delicious springs
Ever fail me? Wretched day
When my heart no longer brings
Its life-draught away!
Do they nourish my desire
But to break the golden bowl:—
At their margin bid expire
My all-thirsting soul?
No! a voice forever tells
That my love's so truthful eyes
Are th' unfathomed crystal wells
Where within truth lies.
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