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TO DELIA.

Since thought but adds to my regret,
To sleep my eyelids I resign,
If haply so I may forget
That first enchanting smile of thine:
In vain; the same enchanting smile
In every fleeting dream appears,
And still more surely to beguile
Each charm that haunts me waking wears:
Ah then, in pity to my pain,
And all my doubts at once to smother,
Take back that one dear smile again,
Or oh! confirm it by another.