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Cleone lost!—though lost but till the moon,
On her blue throne with crescent ray shall shine,
(O space eternal to th'enamour'd heart!)
Young Theodorus,—of his passion proud,
And fondly nursing ev'ry woe it brings,
Proud of the sacred lyre,—Affection's friend—
Sorrow and Love's associate—from the world
Withdrawn—thus tun'd th'enthusiast lay,—
On her blue throne with crescent ray shall shine,
(O space eternal to th'enamour'd heart!)
Young Theodorus,—of his passion proud,
And fondly nursing ev'ry woe it brings,
Proud of the sacred lyre,—Affection's friend—
Sorrow and Love's associate—from the world
Withdrawn—thus tun'd th'enthusiast lay,—
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Sun, veil thy beams! nor with unwelcome light
Pierce the deep solitude my soul has found
Sacred to Love, to Silence, to Cleone.
Arch over arch let woven verdure spread:
Thicken thy darkest foliage round my bower,
O Nature, Goddess of this green recess!
Folly, obtrude not on my virtuous sighs,
Sighs, from which Folly ever must be free,
For when did Folly love? or when shall know
The cherish'd Grief that shuns society,
Feeds on her faithful tears, and finds a charm,
Where Folly fears to tread, but Love delights
(In absence of the nymph ador'd) to dwell.
Pierce the deep solitude my soul has found
Sacred to Love, to Silence, to Cleone.
Arch over arch let woven verdure spread:
Thicken thy darkest foliage round my bower,
O Nature, Goddess of this green recess!
Folly, obtrude not on my virtuous sighs,
Sighs, from which Folly ever must be free,
For when did Folly love? or when shall know
The cherish'd Grief that shuns society,
Feeds on her faithful tears, and finds a charm,
Where Folly fears to tread, but Love delights
(In absence of the nymph ador'd) to dwell.
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