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A STAR DESERTED BY ITS SUN.
A Star deserted by its Sun;
A Lute by its awakening One;
A Lamb by some false Shepherd left;
An Infant of its Nurse bereft;
A Lute by its awakening One;
A Lamb by some false Shepherd left;
An Infant of its Nurse bereft;
A Shell tossed shoreward by the wave,
On some bare rock no billows lave;
A Flower forsaken by the bee;
A River barred back from the Sea!
On some bare rock no billows lave;
A Flower forsaken by the bee;
A River barred back from the Sea!
Such, such am I, by thee forgot,
Such, and so hopeless is my lot;
Oh! could my misery make me be,
But one faint fleeting dream of thee!
Such, and so hopeless is my lot;
Oh! could my misery make me be,
But one faint fleeting dream of thee!
Such is my heart, by thee disdained,
In every pulse and feeling pained;
Oh! that this pain could make it pine,
Into the Shadow but of thine!
In every pulse and feeling pained;
Oh! that this pain could make it pine,
Into the Shadow but of thine!
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