She substituted, by a chance,
For empty "you" — the gentle "thou";
And all my happy dreams, at once,
In loving heart again resound.
In bliss and silence do I stay,
Unable to maintain my role:
"Oh, how sweet you are!" I say —
"How I love thee!" says my soul.
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Excellent!
Ah yes, the most subtle of life's details oft' a passion prompt to the tender heart. -
Excellent...love classical poetry... good luck...
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Great!!!
This is a very deep n philosophical approach adopted by Pushkin the great
Pretending love is something different from real love… invites to think!!!!
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