DOES Pity give, though Fate denies,
And to my wounds her balm impart?
O speak--with those expressive eyes!
Let one low sigh escape thine heart.
The gazing crowd shall never guess
What anxious, watchful Love can see;
Nor know what those soft looks express,
Nor dream that sign is meant for me.
Ah! words are useless, words are vain,
Thy generous sympathy to prove;
And well that sign, those looks explain,
That Clara mourns my hapless love.
Song Ii
Charlotte Smith
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Poem topics: dream, fate, heart, never, sympathy, express, generous, speak, prove, soft, guess, explain, thine, crowd, anxious, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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