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XLII.

While Emma careless saw how much I loved,
And met my passion with averted eyes,
Listening reluctant to my vows and sighs,
Through what wild dreams my busy fancy roved!
The colder she, each vision brighter proved;
But when, at length, propitious to my prayer,
I won to answering smiles the yielding fair,
Perversely then the glittering scenes removed;
Thus, when Night frowns along the wintry skies,
And sternly Frost maintains his rigorous sway,
What thousand forms of silvery frost-work rise,
With mimic towers and sparkling forests gay;
But soon, alas! the fair illusion flies
From the warm sunshine of advancing day.