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SONNET.
If, from the morning of thy life, hath flownThe visions that illum'd it—if thine eye
No longer beacons forth, the luxury
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The hopes that lighten'd it, in youth, alone—
Then will I weep with thee—I did not come,
When life was blushing with voluptuous bloom;
But when its early flow'rs were lost and strown
Lifeless upon the waters, gliding down
The ocean of past pleasures—I will now,
Since thou'rt unnoticed by the crowds once known,
Bind young Love's wreath upon thy pallid brow—
See how the leaves are blushing; 'tis the tear
Of truth, of feeling that reposes there!
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