After Heine.
When I look on thee and feel how dear,
How pure, and how fair thou art,
Into my eyes there steals a tear,
And a shadow mingled of love and fear
Creeps slowly over my heart.
And my very hands feel as if they would lay
Themselves on thy fair young head,
And pray the good God to keep thee alway
As good and lovely, as pure and gay,-
When I and my wild love are dead.
A Blessing
John Hay
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Poem topics: fear, god, heart, dear, pray, head, wild, shadow, young, tear, feel, good, pure, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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