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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"
