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First Line: How shall I give thee what was never mine?
Last Line: This book of verses, writ in love of thee.
Subject(s): Love; Poetry & Poets


How shall I give thee what was never mine?
I have no voice, no hope beneath the sky;
All sound and silence are a melody
Played on my heartstrings by some touch of thine.
Thine is the glory of my brave design,
The ardour, the compulsion, and the cry;
Mine but the hoarseness and the unbidden sigh
Muffling the silver music of the line.
If aught of rapture from the feeble string
Escape and swell and tremble as I sing,
Think what the might of loveliness must be,
That from the dust could raise a living thing,
And from the cold heart of a doubter wring
This book of verses, writ in love of thee.





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