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Be hushed my lute! I know a tone More silvery and more dear; I would not have a sound disturb The voice within my ear.

Him only on the wide green earth, Him in the sky above; To me the world has but these words, I love him—how I love!

From the first hour I met his eyes Another life began; Till then, a calm untroubled stream, My life's young current ran.

But now 'tis stirred with passionate thought, With many hopes and fears; The first too tremulous for joy, The last too sweet for tears.

I wait his coming till my eyes, That watch, too soon are dim; I strive to think of other things— I only think of him.

I seem to have, before he comes, So much I want to say; I see him, and my gathered words Melt like a dream away.