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STANZAS.
Thou art gone, again reflection
Tells me I am sad and lorn,
And intrusive recollection
Will but utter, “thou art gone.”
Tells me I am sad and lorn,
And intrusive recollection
Will but utter, “thou art gone.”
Now my arms no more enfold thee,
Now my parting tears are wept;
Thousand thoughts I fain had told thee
Wake, and wonder why they slept.
Now my parting tears are wept;
Thousand thoughts I fain had told thee
Wake, and wonder why they slept.
For my soul to pleasure starting
At thy unexpected sight,
Could not, with a thought of parting,
Bear to cloud its new-born light.
At thy unexpected sight,
Could not, with a thought of parting,
Bear to cloud its new-born light.
And should Fate, my wish abetting,
Ev'n this moment place thee here,
'Twould but sigh forth, still forgetting,
“I am blest and thou art dear.”
Ev'n this moment place thee here,
'Twould but sigh forth, still forgetting,
“I am blest and thou art dear.”
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