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[From her, whose ev'ry smile is love]

From her, whose ev'ry smile is love,
I haste to some far distant cell:
My sighs too weak the maid to move,
I bid the flatterer Hope farewell.
Yet, as I quit her vale, my sighs
At ev'ry step for Julia mourn;
My anxious heart within me dies,
And, panting, whispers, ‘O return.’
Deluded heart! thy folly know,
Nor fondly nurse a fatal flame:
By absence thou wilt lose thy woe,
And only flutter at her name.