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Why mounts my blood to cheek and brow,
Like an ascending flame,
Whene’er from careless lips I hear
The accents of thy name?
Like an ascending flame,
Whene’er from careless lips I hear
The accents of thy name?
Why, when my idle fancy seeks
Some pictured form to trace,
Beneath my pencil still will grow
The features of thy face?
Some pictured form to trace,
Beneath my pencil still will grow
The features of thy face?
Why comes thy haunting shadow thus
Between the world and me,
To bind my spirit with a charm
That blinds to all but thee?
Between the world and me,
To bind my spirit with a charm
That blinds to all but thee?
To bid me watch thine upward course,
Thy path from mine so far;
As earth, ’mid all the hosts of heaven,
Watches the polar star?
Thy path from mine so far;
As earth, ’mid all the hosts of heaven,
Watches the polar star?
