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STANZAS TO JESSY.
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There is a mystic thread of lifeSo dearly wreath'd with mine alone,
That Destiny's relentless knife
At once must sever both, or none.
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There is a Form on which these eyesHave fondly gazed with such delight—
By day, that Form their joy supplies,
And Dreams restore it, through the night.
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There is a Voice whose tones inspireSuch softened feelings in my breast,
I would not hear a Seraph Choir,
Unless that voice could join the rest.
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There is a Face whose Blushes tellAffection's tale upon the cheek,
But pallid at our fond farewell,
Proclaims more love than words can speak.
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There is a Lip, which mine has prest,But none had ever prest before;
It vowed to make me sweetly blest,
That mine alone should press it more.
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There is a Bosom all my own,Has pillow'd oft this aching head,
A Mouth which smiles on me alone,
An Eye, whose tears with mine are shed.
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There are two Hearts whose movements thrill,In unison so closely sweet,
That Pulse to Pulse responsive still
They Both must heave, or cease to beat.
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There are two Souls, whose equal flowIn gentle stream so calmly run,
That when they part—they part?—ah no!
They cannot part—those Souls are One.
Byron.
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