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THOU LOV'ST ME NOT.
Thou lov'st me not—I should have known
The star of heaven might yield its light,
And I no more approach its throne
Than thee, sweet star of my fond sight!
Yet once—ah! once—thy words believ'd,
Made slight the difference 'twixt our lot,
But, now, oh! hope—oh! heart—deceiv'd!
Thou lov'st me not!
The star of heaven might yield its light,
And I no more approach its throne
Than thee, sweet star of my fond sight!
Yet once—ah! once—thy words believ'd,
Made slight the difference 'twixt our lot,
But, now, oh! hope—oh! heart—deceiv'd!
Thou lov'st me not!
Thou lov'st me not—yet was it worth
The thousand smiles thou gav'st so sweet,
To warm love's first fond flower to birth,
Then cast it dying at thy feet?
Yet, dying, shall it thine remain,
Till life, bloom, fragrance, be forgot;
And thou shalt mourn—when tears are vain—
Thou lov'd'st me not.
The thousand smiles thou gav'st so sweet,
To warm love's first fond flower to birth,
Then cast it dying at thy feet?
Yet, dying, shall it thine remain,
Till life, bloom, fragrance, be forgot;
And thou shalt mourn—when tears are vain—
Thou lov'd'st me not.
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