Goldfinch (1)/Tho' love is warm awhile
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Tho‘ love is warm awhile.
Though love is warm awhile,
Soon it grows cold;
Absence soon blights the smile,
When he grows old.
Dearest, thy love was mine,
My every thought was thine:
Thus did our hearts entwine,
Ere love was cold.
But could thy bosom prove
Faithful, my fair;
Could'st thou still fondly love,
Still absence bear?
Oh! it was sweet to be
Loved, as I was, by thee:
But if thou'rt lost to me,
Welcome ⟨despair⟩!
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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