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				Title:     Love's Language [How does Love speak?] 
			    
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [
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How does Love speak?
     In the faint flush upon the tell-tale cheek,
     And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
     The quivering lid of an averted eye--
     The smile that proves the patent to a sigh--
          Thus doth Love speak.
          How does Love speak?
     By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
     Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
     While new emotions, like strange barges, make
     Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
     Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
          Thus doth Love speak.
          How does Love speak?
     In the avoidance of that which we seek--
     The sudden silence and reserve when near--
     The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
     The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
     As the alarmed heart leaps in the breast,
     And knows and names and greets its godlike guest--
          Thus doth Love speak.
          How does Love speak?
     In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
     The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
     And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
     In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
     In all fair things to one beloved face;
     In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
     In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
          Thus doth Love speak.
          How does Love speak?
     In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
     They shrink ashamed to silence; in the fire
     Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher
     Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
     In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
     Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins
     Between the shores of keen delight and pains;
     In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
     And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
          Thus doth Love speak.
[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: Love's Language
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