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No! in his bosom lurked the sting—
He came, but she had flown to heaven.

He came too late—once, sweetly blest,
She reigned amid earth's radiant creatures;
No smiling nymph had e'er possest
A fairer form, or lovelier features.
Joy lit her eye's delighted beam,
Love dwelt in its impassioned glances,
Yet filled it with that heavenly gleam,
That sweetly awes while it entrances;
Yet, as the ring-dove mourns its mate,
She pined for him the faithless-hearted;
He came, but O! he came too late,
For she, the loved one, had departed.