| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 277. Song |
| | | By Frances Sargent Osgood |
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| YOUR heart is a music-box, dearest! | |
| With exquisite tunes at command, | |
| Of melody sweetest and clearest, | |
| If tried by a delicate hand; | |
| But its workmanship, love, is so fine, | 5 |
| At a single rude touch it would break; | |
| Then, oh! be the magic key mine, | |
| Its fairy-like whispers to wake. | |
| And there ’s one little tune it can play, | |
| That I fancy all others above,— | 10 |
| You learned it of Cupid one day,— | |
| It begins with and ends with “I love!” “I love!” | |
| My heart echoes to it “I love!” | |
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