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[Vow no more: I did not think]
Vow no more: I did not think
Love could die so soon;
Sigh deceit to other maidens
Underneath the moon:
Sing thy songs beneath their bowers;
Gather them thy choicest flowers.
Love could die so soon;
Sigh deceit to other maidens
Underneath the moon:
Sing thy songs beneath their bowers;
Gather them thy choicest flowers.
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Weep no more: thy tears are false
As a morning vapour;
Write no more thy lays of love
By thy midnight taper:
Love is fading in my bosom,
Like a rose-tree's scattered blossom.
As a morning vapour;
Write no more thy lays of love
By thy midnight taper:
Love is fading in my bosom,
Like a rose-tree's scattered blossom.
Yet I thought thou once wast true,
Even as now I doubt thee;
I can never smile again
If I live without thee.
Was the treachery in thy will?
Dost thou surely love me still?
Even as now I doubt thee;
I can never smile again
If I live without thee.
Was the treachery in thy will?
Dost thou surely love me still?
1841.
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