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SONG TO DELIA.

FORLORN I seek the silent scene
To keep the image of my fair;
Pale o'er the fountain's brink I lean,
And view the spectre of despair.
Why should my heart forget its woe?
The virgin would have mourn'd for me—
O nymph, th' eternal tear shall flow;
The sigh unceasing breathe of thee.
Forgetful of his parted maid,
Too many an unfeeling swain
Forsakes of solitude the shade,
For pleasure's gay and wanton train.
Yet, yet of constancy they boast!—
Their easy hearts their tongues belie—
Who loves, reveres the fair one's ghost,
And seeks a pleasure in a sigh.