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ADIEU.
The winged hours flew along, we met—Embraced—and parted—but oh! yet
There was a rapture in the eye,
A veilless glow of ecstasy,
A treasure in that warm embrace,
A lingering smile upon the face;
There was the soul in every word
My revelling ear with ardour heard,
There was a charm in every tread,
That thrilled my heart, and pleasure bred.
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And round Eliza's bright form dancing;
And all the scene of full delight
Was winning, beautiful, and bright.
'Tis heaven to meet the forms we love,
When our dull eyeballs widely rove,
Around the earth, o'er vacancy,
Nor catch a glimpse of beauty nigh;
But oh! to mingle souls, and part—
It seems a death blow to the heart.
Yet, yet, we meet ere long again,
And then we'll link a golden chain.
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