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NO MORE!
O God! how often memory tries,
O God! how oft in vain,
Once more to look on those dear eyes
Mine may not see again!
A dim sweet glance, half lost, half seen,
Remembrance may restore,
The tears—the passion that have been,
No more they come—no more,
Lizzie,
O Lizzie, never more!
O God! how oft in vain,
Once more to look on those dear eyes
Mine may not see again!
A dim sweet glance, half lost, half seen,
Remembrance may restore,
The tears—the passion that have been,
No more they come—no more,
Lizzie,
O Lizzie, never more!
I close my eyes; O once that face,
But once again to see!
It comes; how cold! no—not a trace
Of all that used to be!
O weary day! O wakeful night!
That vanish'd face restore!
Gone—gone for ever from my sight,
No more it comes—no more,
Lizzie,
O Lizzie, never more!
But once again to see!
It comes; how cold! no—not a trace
Of all that used to be!
O weary day! O wakeful night!
That vanish'd face restore!
Gone—gone for ever from my sight,
No more it comes—no more,
Lizzie,
O Lizzie, never more!
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