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Though the fountain of love, which is sparkling so bright,
 In the glance of your dark hazel eyes;
Will be frozen and still, far away from that light,
 In the gloom of life's sorrowful days,
But beauties of sunbeams are gorgeously revealed,
 In the ice on a' bleak winter's day;
So love's silvery sprays, by thy cold frown congealed,
 Vanished hopes and bright smiles will display.

I leave thee, but sad thoughts, like the frost on the rose,
 Will cling to my heart's innermost fold;
For soon in the dim, shadowy past must repose,
 Love's soft pinions of crimson and gold.
Too fondly I have loved thee; I cannot forget
 The fleet arrows that wounded my heart,
Though hope's bloom is shed, in my bosom lives regret,
 And time brings no balm for true love's smart.

Then farewell! but remember my love can not die,
 Linked to life, a flow'r to its stem;