MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 129 Sad--for that smile cannot deceive, In pity then my doubts relieve. I see thee sit with absent' air; A?d catch thy look of fix'd despair; I hear thy sighs unconscious steal, And mark the tears, thou wouldst conceal, While laughing looks too well declare, That soul is ever wanting there. You might conceal the grief, that lies Within your heart, from other eyes, Which is not like the clouds that pass, In shadowy flight, o'er waving grass', Where gloom-and sunshine wildly ch?se Each other, in their wanton race; It is the deep'ning twilight shade, Where light and colour seem to fade So faintly, that we scarcely mark Their death, till all is chang'd and dark. I know that I have seem'd to thee Form'd but for trifling gaiety; But only try me, let me prove My constant soul's devoted love; Unnoticed 'mid the lively green, When summer decks the !aaghing scene; K ......... ?Goo?Ie
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