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[Tell me, hath thy young heart ne'er yearned]
Tell me, hath thy young heart ne'er yearned
Through lengthened hours we've passed apart?
Tell me, hath it ne'er vainly burned
To commune with my heart?
Through lengthened hours we've passed apart?
Tell me, hath it ne'er vainly burned
To commune with my heart?
Or, am I a forgotten thing,
A cloud on thy life's sky—
A showery day in thy life's spring—
A perished weed thrown by?
A cloud on thy life's sky—
A showery day in thy life's spring—
A perished weed thrown by?
Then, then, farewell! and be thou blessed,
As my scorned heart had striven to make thee:
May life's harsh whirlwinds spare thy breast,
Her arrows fail to overtake thee.
As my scorned heart had striven to make thee:
May life's harsh whirlwinds spare thy breast,
Her arrows fail to overtake thee.
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Farewell!—a weary word for death:
Yet, no!—than death far worse!
When lone and sad we draw our breath,
Consciousness is a curse!
Yet, no!—than death far worse!
When lone and sad we draw our breath,
Consciousness is a curse!
Farewell! my soul melts in that word,
My pride forgets its threatened war!
My heart hath lost its master-chord!
My life its leading star!
My pride forgets its threatened war!
My heart hath lost its master-chord!
My life its leading star!
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