Silent Love
1
The dew it trembles on the thorn
Then vanishes so love is born
Young love that speaks in silent thought
'Till scorned, then withers and is nought
2
The pleasure of a single hour
The blooming of a single flower
The glitter of the morning dew
Such is young love when it is new
3
The twitter of the wild birds wing
The murmur of the bees
Lays of hay crickets when they sing
Or other things more frail than these
4
Such is young love when silence speaks
Till weary with the joy it seeks
Then fancy shapes supplies
'Till sick of its own heart it dies
5
The dew drop falls at mornings hour
When none are standing by
And noiseless fades the broken flower
So lovers in their silence die
The dew it trembles on the thorn
Then vanishes so love is born
Young love that speaks in silent thought
'Till scorned, then withers and is nought
2
The pleasure of a single hour
The blooming of a single flower
The glitter of the morning dew
Such is young love when it is new
3
The twitter of the wild birds wing
The murmur of the bees
Lays of hay crickets when they sing
Or other things more frail than these
4
Such is young love when silence speaks
Till weary with the joy it seeks
Then fancy shapes supplies
'Till sick of its own heart it dies
5
The dew drop falls at mornings hour
When none are standing by
And noiseless fades the broken flower
So lovers in their silence die
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