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[Love aim'd his arrows at my heart]
Love aim'd his arrows at my heart,
And round my eyes his bandage tied;
That I might blindly nurse his smart,
Unmov'd by coquetry and pride.
And round my eyes his bandage tied;
That I might blindly nurse his smart,
Unmov'd by coquetry and pride.
And, long, to gain false Maia's hand
I sigh'd, her follies passing o'er;
Till, ah! her scorn unbound Love's band,
Then, then I saw, and lov'd no more!
I sigh'd, her follies passing o'er;
Till, ah! her scorn unbound Love's band,
Then, then I saw, and lov'd no more!
Oh! like those nether things of gloom,
Which die when they behold the light,
Give Love his eyes, you raise his tomb!
He's Love no more when he has sight.
Which die when they behold the light,
Give Love his eyes, you raise his tomb!
He's Love no more when he has sight.
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