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1844–1911

TOLD IN CONFIDENCE.

Elizabeth Stuart Phelps

Vow you‘ ll never, never tell him! Freezing stars now glittering farthest, fairest on the winter sky; If he woo me, Not your coldest, cruel ray

Or can or may Be found more chill and still to him than I. Swear you‘ ll never, never tell him! Warm, red roses lifting your shy faces to the summer dew;

If he win me, Blush your sweetest in his sight For his delight, But I can be as warm and sweet as you.

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