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MY faint spirit was sitting in the light
Of thy looks my love; It panted for thee like the hind1 at noon Thy barb3 whose hoofs4 outspeed the tempest's flight Bore thee far from me; My heart for my weak feet were weary soon Did companion thee. Ah! fleeter far than fleetest storm or steed Or the death they bear The heart which tender thought clothes like a dove With the wings of care; In the battle in the darkness in the need Shall mine cling to thee Nor claim one smile for all the comfort love It may bring to thee. 点击 ![]()
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