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WRITTEN IN A BLANK LEAF OF THE MEMOIRES DE MADEMOISELLE MONTPENSIER, MAY, 1849.
The page is clos'd, and thou hast left
No common pang of sorrow here;
How could I see a heart bereft
Of hope, and give it not a tear.
No common pang of sorrow here;
How could I see a heart bereft
Of hope, and give it not a tear.
And such a heart as thine! so deep
In passion's truest, tenderest tone;
Thine only wish in joy to steep
A breast responsive to thy own.
In passion's truest, tenderest tone;
Thine only wish in joy to steep
A breast responsive to thy own.
Birth, beauty, fortune, all were thine,
The world's best gifts obey'd thy call;
Pure was thy thought—a heart to join,
One grateful heart, and give it all.
The world's best gifts obey'd thy call;
Pure was thy thought—a heart to join,
One grateful heart, and give it all.
And still affection's anxious eye
Its long unwearied search upheld;
And love still check'd the rising sigh,
And still the boding tear repell'd.
Its long unwearied search upheld;
And love still check'd the rising sigh,
And still the boding tear repell'd.
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But ah! those gentlest wishes join'd,
For ever sought, yet knew no rest;
Alas! that woman too must find
'Tis hard to bless, as to be blest.
For ever sought, yet knew no rest;
Alas! that woman too must find
'Tis hard to bless, as to be blest.
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