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STAR THAT WOO'ST ME!
I.
Star that woo'st me from yon height,Could my erring steps pursue thee,
Sweeter were the sad delight,
With which now I view thee.
I behold thee sinking fast,
Soon to rise o'er Asian fountains,
Till my strain'd eye rests at last
On the dark blue mountains!
II.
Yet a pleasure warms my heart:When thou mak'st those vales elysian,
Thou wilt equal bliss impart
To another's vision;
Sure, some young heart watching there,
Turns to yon opposing mountain,
Sad until thy beams appear,
Lighting up her fountain.
III.
Thou between that heart and mineShalt exchange the sweetest sorrow,
So when mutual souls repine,
Mutual bliss they borrow:
Oh! if that sad watcher there
Be some pale, sad, lonely maiden,
Then the missive thou shalt bear
Shall with love be laden.
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