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78 I knew not how it was,

To see me she would smile;

And but to speak to her would cause

Me pleasure strange the while.

Then beat my heart the more,

When flowers to her I brought;

And she, to wreathe them as before,

Seem'd silent, lost in thought.

One evening after this

We saw two turtle-doves,

With trembling throat, who, wrapt in bliss,

Were wooing in their loves.

In manifest delight,

With wings and feathers bow'd,

Their eyes fix'd on each other bright,

They languished, moaning loud.

The example made us bold,

And with a pure caress,

The troubles we had felt we told,

Our pains and happiness.

And at once from our view

Then, like a shadow, fled

Our childhood and its joys, but new,

Love gave us his instead.