| This heart has beat to many a one, | | | To many, passing fair; | | | But oh! the Love which first it knew, | | | Still lingers fondly there;— | | | Though brighter eyes have beamed on me,— | 5 | | And rosier lips I’ve prest, | | | The Love which first I felt for thee— | | | Yet dwells within my breast. | | | | | Tho’ softer skies are o’er me now, | | | And stars shine brighter here; | 10 | | Tho’ Nature wears a sunny smile | | | And birds sing all the year, | | | Yet I would fain them all resign, | | | To dwell once more with thee, | | | For one sweet smile from lips like thine, | 15 | | Were dearer far to me. | | | | | As memory clings around the spot, | | | Where first the breath we drew, | | | And all our kindlier thoughts are placed | | | On scenes that first we knew— | 20 | | So earliest Love still twines around | | | The heart which beats to ours, | | | As Summer’s sweetest dew is found | | | Upon the earliest flowers. |
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