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First Line: Oh say not, my love, with that mortified air
Last Line: For me the kind language of love.
Subject(s): Moore, Thomas (1779-1852)


OH say not, my love, with that mortified air,
That your spring-time of pleasure is flown,
Nor bid me to maids that are younger repair
For those raptures that still are thine own.

Though April his cemples may wreathe with the vine,
Its tendrils in infancy curled,
'Tis the ardour of August matures us the wine,
Whose life-blood enlivens the world.

Though thy form, that was fashioned as light as a fay's,
Has assumed a proportion more round,
And thy glance, that was bright as a falcon's at gaze,
Looks soberly now on the ground;

Enough, after absence ot meet me again,
Thy steps still with ecstasy move;
Enough, that those dear sober glances retain
For me the kind language of love.





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