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ANN.

The broken heart, that loves in vain,
Resigns the loved one never,
But, in despair, still hopes to gain
The lost for ever:
Then, greet the shy morn's treacherous glow,
Thou pale autumnal blossom,
Ere chill November's sleet and snow
Beat on thy bosom!

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So, Ann still loved: it was her doom
To love, in shame and sorrow:
Charles came no more! but “He will come,”
She said, “to-morrow.”
Oh, yet for her, deep bliss remain'd!
She dream'd he came, and kiss'd her!
And, in that hour, the angels gain'd
Another sister.