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what i love.
When you tell me your mind wears a chain, love,
When you tell me your heart is asleep,
Then may-be, but never till then, love,
The wreck of your beauty I'll weep.


WHAT I LOVE.
I dearly love a changing cheek,
That glows or pales as feeling chooses,
And lets the free heart frankly speak
Upon it what the tongue refuses.

Where eloquent blushes burn and fade,
Rich with the wealth of warm emotion;
Or starry dimples mock the shade,
Like jewels in a restless ocean.

I dearly love a speaking eye,
That tells you there's a soul to wake it;
Now fired with fancies wild and high,
Now soft as sympathy can make it.