All thoughts,all passions,all delights
Whatever stirs this mortal frame..
All but ministers of love..
and feed his sacred frame..
I leant against the armed man..
The statue of the armed knight..
I stood and listened to him lay..
Amid the lingering light..
I listened with flitting blush..
With downcast eyes and modest grace..
For well I knew,he could not choose but gaze upon my face..
Ah..his deep,low and pleading tone..🤭
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