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BY JEAN FROISSART

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?

Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!

I do not know thee,--nor what deeds are thine:

Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?

Naught see I fixed or sure in thee!

 

Shall I be mute, or vows with prayers combine?

Ye who are blessed in loving, tell it me:

Love, love, what wilt thou with this heart of mine?

Naught see I permanent or sure in thee!