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 I will touch
 My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
  And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips read more 
 I will touch
 My mouth unto the leaves, caressingly;
  And so wilt thou. Thus, from these lips of mine
   My message will go kissingly to thine,
    With more than Fancy's load of luxury,
     And prove a true love-letter. 
 Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
 Led thro' a said variety of woe:
  Now warm in read more 
 Line after line my gushing eye o'erflow,
 Led thro' a said variety of woe:
  Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom,
   Lost in a convent's solitary gloom! 
 The welcome news is in the letter found;
 The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
  It speaks itself, read more 
 The welcome news is in the letter found;
 The carrier's not commission'd to expound;
  It speaks itself, and what it does contain,
   In all things needful to be known is plain. 
 An exquisite invention this,
 Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,--
  This art of writing billet-doux--
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 An exquisite invention this,
 Worthy of Love's most honeyed kiss,--
  This art of writing billet-doux--
   In buds, and odors, and bright hues!
    In saying all one feels and thinks
     In clever daffodils and pinks;
      In puns of tulips; and in phrases,
       Charming for their truth, of daisies. 
 Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
 Unite division, and draw distance near;
  Their magic force each silent read more 
 Letters, from absent friends, extinguish fear,
 Unite division, and draw distance near;
  Their magic force each silent wish conveys,
   And wafts embodied though, a thousand ways:
    Could souls to bodies write, death's pow'r were mean,
     For minds could then meet minds with heav'n between. 
 Thy letter sent to prove me,
 Inflicts no sense of wrong;
  No longer wilt thou love me,--
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 Thy letter sent to prove me,
 Inflicts no sense of wrong;
  No longer wilt thou love me,--
   Thy letter, though is long. 
 Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
 I've only room for, Yours sincerely.  
 Good-bye--my paper's out so nearly,
 I've only room for, Yours sincerely. 
 Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
 Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
  In read more 
 Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
 Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
  In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
   One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery! 
 A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. 
Eternal love and instant payment!  
 A strange volume of real life in the daily packet of the postman. 
Eternal love and instant payment!