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MRS. KEVIN IZOD O'DOHERTY
Eva Mary Kelly (1825-------)
MURMURS OF LOVE
From the Irish
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HE stars are watching, the winds are playing; They see me kneeling, they see me praying; They hear me still, through the long night saying Asthore mahcree, I love you, I love you !
And oh ! with no love that is light or cheerful, But deepening on in its shadow fearful; Without a joy that is aught but tearful, 'Tis thus I love you, I love you.
Whispering still, with those whispers broken, Speaking on, what can ne'er be spoken, Were all the voices of earth awoken — Oh ! how I love you, I love you !
With all my heart's most passionate throbbing, With wild emotion, and weary sobbing, Love and light from all others robbing — So well I love you, I love you !
With the low faint murmurs of deep adoring, And voiceless blessing forever pouring, And sighs that fall with a sad imploring, 'Tis thus I love you, I love you. |
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