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164 Till now I spoke haphazard. ,.

What?

Your eyes Have beams that turn men dizzy ! But to-night Methinks I shall find speech for the first time !

'Tis true, your voice rings with a tone that's new.

Ay, a new tone ! In the tender, sheltering dusk I dare to be myself for once, at last !

What say I ? I know not ! - Oh, pardon me - It thrills me, - 'tis so sweet, so novel. ..

How? So novel ?

Ay, to be at last sincere ; Till now, my chilled heart, fearing to be mocked !

Mocked, and for what ?