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HOPELESS LOVE.
Since hopeless of thy love I go,
Some little mark of pity show;
And only one kind parting look bestow.
Some little mark of pity show;
And only one kind parting look bestow.
One parting look of pity mild
On him, through starless tempest wild,
Who lonely hence to-night must go, exiled.
On him, through starless tempest wild,
Who lonely hence to-night must go, exiled.
But even rejected love can warm
The heart through night and storm:
And unrelenting though they be,
Thine eyes beam life on me.
The heart through night and storm:
And unrelenting though they be,
Thine eyes beam life on me.
And I will bear that look benign
Within this darkly-troubled breast to shine,
Though never, never can thyself, ah me, be mine!
Within this darkly-troubled breast to shine,
Though never, never can thyself, ah me, be mine!
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