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LYBICk? PIECES. One soft, dark oloud was braiding Its waves with the golden g!?ms, That along the west were fading, Like Fa?cy's fairy dreams; And in her locks, I could behold . . Such soft d, ark braidstsuch tints of golQ. From Spring I may not borrow Charms more akin to thee, For I sing'in'despair and sorrow, Thou art wintry cold to me: Yet even Winter shews thee fair, Oh, how much more than others are ! ' CONSTANCY. LV.T lOV? burn with 6ercest flame, If to more than one it fly,

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The c?own of love is constancy ! ......... ?Google