Sly as if she sighed,

    Sed six, and over,

    Of a purse ried -

    Ohy lover!

    t;give imequot;; for  slip

    the grooving;

    So none h her fair red lip:

    But love seeks truer loving.

    Srembles ness dumb,

    As s were beyond recalling;

    ith a glance for one, and a glance for some,

    From her eyelids rising and falling;

    Speaks common h a blushful air,

    hears bold words, unreproving;

    But  she never will swear -

    And love seeks better loving.

    Go, lady! lean to t-guitar,

    And drop a smile to the bringer;

    tly, when he is far,

    At the voice of an in-door singer.

    Bask tenderly beneatender eyes;

    Glance ligheir removing;

    And join neo old perjuries -

    But dare not call it loving!

    Unless you can the song is done,

    No ot in thm;

    Unless you can feel, w by One,

    t all men else go h him;

    Unless you can know, wh,

    t your beauty itself s proving;

    Unless you can s;For life, for deat; -

    Oo call it loving!

    Unless you can muse in a crowd all day

    On t face t fixed you;

    Unless you can love, as the angels may,

    it you;

    Unless you can dream t ,

    through behoving and unbehoving;

    Unless you can die w -

    O loving!