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Love's Springtide

Frank Dempster Sherman

My heart was winter-bound until
 I heard you sing;
O voice of Love, hush not, but fill
 My life with Spring!
My hopes were homeless things before
 I saw your eyes;
O smile of Love, close not the door
 To paradise!
My dreams were bitter once, and then
 I found them bliss;
O lips of Love, give me again
 Your rose to kiss!
Springtide of Love!  The secret sweet
 Is ours alone;
O heart of Love, at last you beat
 Against my own!

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