Frances Sargent Locke Osgood



Your Heart Is A Music-Box, Dearest!

by Frances Sargent Locke Osgood

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,
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 learn'd 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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