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First Line: Love's herald is not speech
Last Line: Their lord will never be!
Alternate Author Name(s): Brown, Isaac
Subject(s): Love - Nature Of


LOVE'S herald is not speech --
His fear-fraught tongue is mute --
His presence is bewrayed
By blushes deep that shoot
Athwart the conscious brow,
And mantle on the cheek,
Then fleet for tints of snow
Which soft confusion speak;
Thus red and white have place
By turns on true love's face.

Love vaunteth not his worth
In gaudy, glozing phrase,
His home is not in breast
Where thought of worlding stays;
In modest loyaltie
His fountain doth abide;
In bosom greatly good
The lucid pulses tide
That ebb and flow there ever,
Till soul and body sever.

Trust not the ready lip
Whence flows the fulsome song --
True love aye gently hymns,
False love chaunts loud and long.
Young Beauty, Cherish well
The bashful, anxious eye,
The lip that may not move,
The breast that stills the sigh --
A recreant to thee
Their lord will never be!





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