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We stood by the river that swept / In its glory and grandeur away; / But never a pulse o' me leapt, / And you wondered at me that day.
We stood by the lake as it lay / With its dimpled face turned to the light; / Was it strange I had nothing to say / To so fair and enchanting a sight?
I look on your tresses of gold- / You are fair and a thing to be loved- / Do you think I am heartless and cold / That I look and am wholly unmoved?
One answer, dear friend, I will make / To the questions your eyes ask of me: / "Talk not of the river or lake / To those who have looked on the sea"