They know not my heart, who believe there can be One stain of this earth in its feelings for thee; Who think, while I see thee in beauty`s young hour, As pure as the morning`s first dew on the flower, I could harm what I love, — as the sun`s wanton ray But smiles on the dew-drop to waste it away. No — beaming with light as those young features are, There`s a light round thy heart which is lovelier far: It is not that cheek — `tis the soul dawning clear Through its innocent blush makes thy beauty so dear: As the sky we look up to, though glorious and fair, Is look`d up to the more, because Heaven lies there!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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