O`er the round throat her little head Its gay delight upbuoys: A harebell in the breeze of June Hath such melodious poise; And chiming with her heart, my heart Is only hers and joy`s. But my heart takes a deeper thrill, Her cheek a rarer bloom, When the sad mood comes rich as glow Of pansies dipped in gloom. By some far shore she wanders--where? And her eyes fill--for whom?SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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