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O ever-present to my view!
My wafted spirit is with you,
And soothes your boding fears:
I see you all opprest with gloom
Sit lonely in that cheerless room——
Ah me! You are in tears!

Beloved Woman! did you fly
Chill'd Friendship's dark disliking eye,
Or Mirth's untimely din?
With cruel weight these trifles press
A temper sore with Tenderness,
When akes the Void within.

But why with sable wand unblest
Should Fancy rouse within my breast
Dim-visag'd shapes of Dread?