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Relenting

O, are such changeful gleams of light
Made only to beguile?
Then, I am but a foolish wight
To be so glad because, last night,
She blessed me with a smile.

But O, when ice and snow relent,
And every coldest thing;
Might not, perchance, one more repent,
And melting into warm consent,
Flood all my heart with Spring?

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