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" 'I'm weary of these watching hours,
    That fret my life away;
I do not love my favourite flowers;
    I loathe the sunny day.

" 'Is not the heart a sacred thing?
    Is it not Love that gives
The shadow of an angel's wing,
    Where'er its presence lives?

" 'I gave my heart, I thought, for thine—
    Mine was the gift alone;
Why have the false no outward sign
    By which they may be known?

" 'Fair flower, that I have wept to see
    Day after day arise;
I little thought that thou wouldst be
    Welcomed with tearful eyes!

" 'Why should there be divided truth?
    Ah! why should one love on?
I'm weary—weary of my youth,
    Whose happiness is gone!'

" A light step makes her start the while,
    She sees her sister stand
Beside the gate, with eager smile,
    A letter in her hand.

" Poor girl! she might have spared the blush
    That with the letter came;
She took the scroll—pale grew the flush,—
    It did not bear his name!"