Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.
By Frances SargentOsgood277 Song
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With exquisite tunes at command,
Of melody sweetest and clearest,
If tried by a delicate hand;
But its workmanship, love, is so fine,
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,—
You learned it of Cupid one day,—
It begins with and ends with “I love!” “I love!”
My heart echoes to it “I love!”