(To Octavia)
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When wit, and wine, and friends have met
And laughter crowns the festive hour
In vain I struggle to forget
Still does my heart confess thy power
And fondly turn to thee!
But Octavia, do not strive to rob
My heart of all that soothes its pain
The mournful hope that every throb
Will make it break for thee!
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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