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Lyrics of the Hearthside (1899)

Lyrics of the Hearthside

First published by Dodd, Mead and Company

Copyright 1899

She Told Her Beads

She told her beads with downcast eyes,
Within the ancient chapel dim;
And ever as her fingers slim
Slipt o'er th' insensate ivories,
My rapt soul followed, spaniel-wise.
Ah, many were the beads she wore;
But as she told them o'er and o'er,
They did not number all my sighs.
My heart was filled with unvoiced cries
And prayers and pleadings unexpressed;
But while I burned with Love's unrest,
She told her beads with downcast eyes.

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Lyrics of the Hearthside