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When first I saw thee bathed in morning light,
The world grew hushed, as though it held its breath;
Thy gaze, like dawn, dispelled the lingering night,
And filled my heart with hope beyond all death.
Each whispering breeze did carry forth thy name,
Each sunbeam traced the curve of thy fair face;
Love rose within, a soft and glowing flame,
That time itself could scarce presume to chase.
O sacred hour! When hearts were first made known,
And fate inscribed our names in heaven's scroll;
Though years may fade, that seed of light has grown,
And dwells within the depths of my soul.
So long as stars above their course shall run,
My heart shall rise each day to meet the sun. |
