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do so to the tame doves for whom he has forsaken me. Let such as Alice and Calantha die for his love: I will not."—She took her harp: her voice was tired and feeble. She faintly murmured the feelings of her troubled soul. It sounded like the wind, as it whispered through the trees, or the mournful echo of some far distant flute.
SONG.
And can'st thou bid my heart forget
What once it lov'd so well;
That look—that smile, when first we met;
That last—that sad farewell?
Ah! no: by ev'ry pang I've prov'd,
By ev'ry fond regret,
I feel, though I no more am lov'd,
I never—can forget.
I wish'd to see that face again,
Although 'twere chang'd to me:
I thought it not such madd'ning pain
As ne'er to look on thee.
