Oh, Judge Me Not

O, judge me not, fair maid, I pray;

Not from our first and sole salute;
Not always is my tongue, as then

So ill-behaved, so dumb and mute.

Oft floweth from my lips a stream
Of • cheerful speech, and often floats

Humor or jesting o'er its waves,
Like merry folks in pleasure boats.

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But when L saw thee first I tried

Some word to say, and tried in vain;

Before a storm breaks out all round
A graveyard quietude will reign.
A storm came up here in my breast;
I speechless stood, charmed by a spel
The storm broke out, 'mid thunderings

The lightnings of my wild love fell.

How the tornado rends, destroys!

But I shall suffer patiently.
For when I once thy love shall gain
. The rainbow of my soul I'll see.