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Poem by Mary Robinson
Sonnet 6. Is It to Love
Is it to love, to fix the tender gaze, To hide the timid blush, and steal away; To shun the busy world, and waste the day In some rude mountain's solitary maze? Is it to chant one name in ceaseless lays, To hear no words that other tongues can say, To watch the pale moon's melancholy ray, To chide in fondness, and in folly praise? Is it to pour th' involuntary sigh, To dream of bliss, and wake new pangs to prove; To talk, in fancy, with the speaking eye, Then start with jealousy, and wildly rove; Is it to loathe the light, and wish to die? For these I feel,--and feel that they are Love.
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