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XXII. TO HER LOVER.
“I am most wretched, Dear! to see you merry;Smiling, and raising smiles on others' cheeks;
Whilst with a sad face in my heart I bury
A passionate love for thee, which almost breaks
My spirit with its great power: to hear you laugh
And jest amid the free and empty-hearted
And gather seeming pleasure from all eyes,
When from within me hath all sense departed
Of joy, save that which in your fondness lies,
And bliss from thine eyes only can I quaff—
My heart is eaten by its inward sighs;
For all thy gentle vows seem mockeries:
But even then thine eyes to mine will turn
With a soft-lighted love, that cannot falsely burn!”
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