01.07.2007, 11:42
O faithful heart! on balmy nights like this
I long to tell thee all the love I bear, -
My sacred love! that knows not doubt, or fear,
Fixéd in golden round of married bliss;
The rapture of our first betrothal kiss
Thrills through me now, as warmly fond and dear
As when with eager soul I bent to hear
Thou didst not deem my tremulous vous amiss.
Time cannot chill a love so true as ours,
But rather, like a spiritual Sun, matures
Affection’s bloom, and brightens all its flowers;
Thus, that which charmed in youth our manhood lures,
For passion wins from age its noblest powers,
And love’s evoled from love, whilst love endures.
I long to tell thee all the love I bear, -
My sacred love! that knows not doubt, or fear,
Fixéd in golden round of married bliss;
The rapture of our first betrothal kiss
Thrills through me now, as warmly fond and dear
As when with eager soul I bent to hear
Thou didst not deem my tremulous vous amiss.
Time cannot chill a love so true as ours,
But rather, like a spiritual Sun, matures
Affection’s bloom, and brightens all its flowers;
Thus, that which charmed in youth our manhood lures,
For passion wins from age its noblest powers,
And love’s evoled from love, whilst love endures.