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RONDEAU.
Love should faint, and half declineBelow the fit meridian sign,
And shorn of all his golden dress,
His royal state and loveliness,
Be no more worth a heart like thine,
Let not thy nobler passion pine,
But with a charity divine,
Let Memory ply her soft address
If Love should faint;
And oh! this laggard heart of mine,
Like some halt pilgrim stirred with wine,
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Until the balms of thy caress
To work the finished cure combine,
If Love should faint.
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