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William Schwenck Gilbert - A Mirage
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Were I thy bride,
Then the whole world beside
Were not too wide
To hold my wealth of love -
Were I thy bride!
Upon thy breast
My loving head would rest,
As on her nest
The tender turtle-dove -
Were I thy bride!

This heart of mine
Would be one heart with thine,
And in that shrine
Our happiness would dwell -
Were I thy bride!
And all day long
Our lives should be a song:
No grief, no wrong
Should make my heart rebel -
Were I thy bride!

The silvery flute,
The melancholy lute,
Were night-owl`s hoot
To my low-whispered coo -
Were I thy bride!
The skylark`s trill
Were but discordance shrill
To the soft thrill
Of wooing as I`d woo -
Were I thy bride!

The rose`s sigh
Were as a carrion`s cry
To lullaby
Such as I`d sing to thee -
Were I thy bride!
A feather`s press
Were leaden heaviness
To my caress.
But then, unhappily,
I`m not thy bride!
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