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To Cælia, desiring his Absence.

Now Cælia y'ave your Wish—but ah! be kind
To the poor Captive-Heart I leave behind;

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For tho' I go yet that with Thee remains,
Proud that 'tis Thine, and triumphs in its Chains.
For all the Beauties that are now unblown,
When in their gaudiest Prime they shall be shown,
And kneeling to be lov'd, I'd not my Flame disown;
Tho' by that Time, perhaps, thy Charms might wast,
And the gay Bloom of smiling Youth be past.
Yet you Inflexible, Obdurate prove,
And cry—'Tis false, 'tis feign'd, not real Love.
While I, on t'other Side, with Grief confess
Those Youths more happy that affect thee less.
My Passion yet has born no Fruit but Care;
And they that do not love thee don't despair.