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TO——————
By looks alone our hearts communed.
Oh! when did lips such language know?
By these I read a heart attuned
To mine, beneath thy bosom's snow.
Yet can't I bear that racking thought
That bosom by another pressed —
With anguish wild the image fraught,
By thy embrace another blessed
Farewell to thee! that bliss farewell,
With thy fair form my fancy wove;
No more to meads and flowers I tell
In murmuring tones my ardent love.
