Song From Heine

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Title:     Song From Heine
Author: Thomas Hardy [More Titles by Hardy]

I scanned her picture dreaming,
Till each dear line and hue
Was imaged, to my seeming,
As if it lived anew.

Her lips began to borrow
Their former wondrous smile;
Her fair eyes, faint with sorrow,
Grew sparkling as erstwhile.

Such tears as often ran not
Ran then, my love, for thee;
And O, believe I cannot
That thou are lost to me!

[The end]
Thomas Hardy's poem: Song From Heine

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