 | Marah |  |
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STILL!
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I have invok'd with songs, and sued with tears,A love still unresponsive to my call.
To find it, I have roam'd the waste of years;
To win it, spent my all.
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Yet still do I believe in it, still cherishAn unrequited faith, and in the fume
Of fires unblest, that on its altars perish,
Life's substance still consume;
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Like some poor alchemist, whose days have pin'dIn bondage to bright dreams that but betray'd,
Still raking ruin'd crucibles to find
The gold he never made.
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