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STANZAS.
Can I, so soon, forgotten be
By one so deeply dear to me?
Memory would answer, no!
Did not this chilling silence prove
How cruelly has changed the love
Which I have valued so?
By one so deeply dear to me?
Memory would answer, no!
Did not this chilling silence prove
How cruelly has changed the love
Which I have valued so?
Oh! did the renovating beam
But through my wintry bosom gleam
To make it darker still?
Just bidding from its icy bed,
The dormant floweret rear its head
Its tender leaves to kill.
But through my wintry bosom gleam
To make it darker still?
Just bidding from its icy bed,
The dormant floweret rear its head
Its tender leaves to kill.
The fair excuse for thee, dear theme
Of many a melancholy dream,
Impulsively I frame—
But were the truth that thou art cold
By unperverted reason told,
If sad conviction came—
Of many a melancholy dream,
Impulsively I frame—
But were the truth that thou art cold
By unperverted reason told,
If sad conviction came—
Oh! soothing thought, beloved so well,
The heart when yet 'tis thine to dwell—
That hour—thou shouldst forsake!
All interwoven as thou art,
I'd tear thee from that throbbing heart,
Which bleeds too oft to break.
The heart when yet 'tis thine to dwell—
That hour—thou shouldst forsake!
All interwoven as thou art,
I'd tear thee from that throbbing heart,
Which bleeds too oft to break.
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