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[Sweet, on thy mouth a smile there played]
Sweet, on thy mouth a smile there played;
A smile that in my thought betrayed
The matter of thy reverie.
A smile that in my thought betrayed
The matter of thy reverie.
That while thy face thus lighted up,
Did Fancy's children laughingly
Squeeze pleasures in a golden cup
That Hope held up to thee?
(Ah, Fancy, trailing broken wing!
Ah, weary joys and sorrowing!—
Thy life must be a lovelier thing.)
Ah, stay not, love, with me!
Did Fancy's children laughingly
Squeeze pleasures in a golden cup
That Hope held up to thee?
(Ah, Fancy, trailing broken wing!
Ah, weary joys and sorrowing!—
Thy life must be a lovelier thing.)
Ah, stay not, love, with me!
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