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| DAY, in melting purple dying; | |
| Blossoms, all around me sighing; | |
| Fragrance, from the lilies straying; | |
| Zephyr, with my ringlets playing; | |
| Ye but waken my distress; | 5 |
| I am sick of loneliness! | |
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| Thou, to whom I love to hearken, | |
| Come, ere night around me darken; | |
| Though thy softness but deceive me, | |
| Say thou ’rt true, and I ’ll believe thee; | 10 |
| Veil, if ill, thy soul’s intent, | |
| Let me think it innocent! | |
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| Save thy toiling, spare thy treasure; | |
| All I ask is friendship’s pleasure; | |
| Let the shining ore lie darkling,— | 15 |
| Bring no gem in lustre sparkling; | |
| Gifts and gold are naught to me, | |
| I would only look on thee! | |
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| Tell to thee the high-wrought feeling, | |
| Ecstasy but in revealing; | 20 |
| Paint to thee the deep sensation, | |
| Rapture in participation; | |
| Yet but torture, if comprest | |
| In a lone, unfriended breast. | |
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| Absent still! Ah! come and bless me! | 25 |
| Let these eyes again caress thee. | |
| Once in caution, I could fly thee; | |
| Now, I nothing could deny thee. | |
| In a look if death there be, | |
| Come, and I will gaze on thee! | 30 |
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