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| MARK ye that cloud, whose sudden shade | |
| Succeeds the recent smile of morn; | |
| Such was the frown of my dear maid | |
| Whose early love was turn’d to scorn! | |
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| Oh, how that frown did chill my heart, | 5 |
| And quench my too presumptuous flame! | |
| Of my regret how keen the smart! | |
| How glow’d my burning cheek with shame! | |
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| How could I, with unhallow’d lip, | |
| That bosom’s purity profane? | 10 |
| Or dare ambrosial sweets to sip, | |
| For which e’en love had sued in vain? | |
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| Mark how that cloud, in drops of pearl, | |
| Dissolves, as sunshine breaks the while: | |
| So wept my kind, relenting girl, | 15 |
| When penitence regain’d her smile. | |
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| Mark, how that mild, cerulean hue, | |
| Expands, amidst retiring shade; | |
| ’T was thus her eye, of heavenly blue, | |
| All her returning love betray’d. | 20 |
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| Mark too, that bow, of splendid light, | |
| That bends o’er earth its graceful form, | |
| That shines so cheering to the sight, | |
| When bursting sunbeams chase the storm: | |
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| As glows that signal, from above, | 25 |
| Of promised peace ’tween man and heaven, | |
| So glow’d the blush of yielding love, | |
| While gently murm’ring, “thou ’rt forgiven.” | |
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