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 For hid in ringlets day and night, I'd touch her neck so warm and white.

And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist, And her heart would beat against me, In sorrow and in rest: And I should know if it beat right, I'd clasp it round so close and tight.

And I would be the necklace, And all day long to fall and rise Upon her balmy bosom, With her laughter or her sighs, And | would lie so light, so light, I scarce should be unclasp'd at night.

A trifle, sweet! which true love spells— True love interprets—right alone. His light upon the letter dwells, For all the spirit is his own.