Certainty
She knew that Love was dying — not so much
When Love's dear eyes were closed and blind to her,
As when, with patient word and tender touch,
Love, day by day, alas! grew kind to her!
When Love's dear eyes were closed and blind to her,
As when, with patient word and tender touch,
Love, day by day, alas! grew kind to her!
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