Ask if I love thee? Oh, smiles cannot tell Plainer what tears are now showing too well. Had I not loved thee, my sky had been clear: Had I not loved thee, I had not been here, Weeping by thee. Ask if I love thee? How else could I borrow Pride from man`s slander, and strength from my sorrow? Laugh when they sneer at the fanatic`s bride, Knowing no bliss, save to toil and abide Weeping by thee. Andernach on the Rhine, August 1851.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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