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POEMS WRITTEN IN YOUTH.
To ———
Farewell to thee, that bliss farewell,
With thy fair form my fancy wove;
No more to meads and flowers I tell
In murmuring strains my ardent love.
Yet if thy image still could float
Before my fancy's raptured sight
Apart from his, I still could dote
On that dear form, so fair, so bright.
To thee I ne'er have breath'd my soul;
My passion ne'er to thee could tell;
So strong the tie, such firm control
Had bound me in thy beauty's spell.
