Love-Song
Emma Lazarus
“See’st thou o’er my shoulders falling, Snake-like ringlets waving free? Have no fear, for they are twisted To allure thee unto me.” Thus she spake, the gentle dove, Listen to thy plighted love:— “Ah, how long I wait, until Sweetheart cometh back (she said) Laying his caressing hand Underneath my burning head.”
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