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OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS

First Line: OH, DO NOT TORTURE THUS MY SOUL
Last Line: T IS DREAMING NOW OF THEE.
Subject(s): LOVE;
OH, do not torture thus my soul,
Because, so calm and still,
Even beneath thy sunlike kiss
It opes not at thy will.

For love is a peculiar thing,
Oft unawares may come;
Who seeks it on far mountain peaks
May find it 'neath sea foam.

Oh, do not torture thus my soul,
To blossom leave it free;
Perchance, beneath the flood of rain,
'T is dreaming now of thee.



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