The Spring of Love (Friedrich Ruckert Poems)
Dearest, thy discourses steal From my bosom's deep, my heart How can I from thee conceal My delight, ...
Dearest, thy discourses steal From my bosom's deep, my heart How can I from thee conceal My delight, ...
I stood on the mountain summit, At the hour when the sun did set; I mark'd how it hung ...
I went to knock at Riches' door; They threw me a farthing the threshold o'er. To the door of Love ...
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