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winter.
On the written page thine eye
Resteth now most earnestly,
As its burning words reveal
Love, nor time nor change may steal
Love in every line confessed;
Gentle maiden thou art blessed!
Bird, and flower, and sunny gleam,
Cannot lure thee from thy dream.
Resteth now most earnestly,
As its burning words reveal
Love, nor time nor change may steal
Love in every line confessed;
Gentle maiden thou art blessed!
Bird, and flower, and sunny gleam,
Cannot lure thee from thy dream.
