Never seek to tell thy loveLove that never told can be;For the gentle wind does moveSilently, invisibly.I told my love, I told my love,I told her all my heart;Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears—Ah, she doth depart.Soon as she was gone from meA traveler came bySilently, invisibly—Oh, was no deny.
How I wish you could see the potentialThe potential of you and meIt's like a book elegantly bound, butIn a language that you can't read just yetYou got to spend some time, loveYou got to spend some time with meAnd I know that you'll find loveI will possess your heartben gibbard
Can my fond heart, on such a feeble proof,Embrace a faith, abhorred by him I love?I see too plainly custom forms us all;Our thoughts, our morals, our most fixed belief,Are consequences of our place of birth:Born beyond Ganges, I had been a Pagan;In France, a Christian; I am here a Saracen :'Tis but instruction, all! Our parents' handWrites on our heart the first faint characters,Which time, re-tracing, deepens into strength,That nothing can efface, but death or Heaven.aaron hill
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