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No, no! thou hast broken the spell that entwin'd me—
The heart thou hast slighted, beats for thee no more;
Once, fondly and truly this bosom inshrin'd thee;
But now that vain dream of a moment is o'er.
I lov'd thee with all young love's wild devotion,
While thou wert as fickle as yon changing sea;
But think not, returning, like calm to that ocean,
The wanderer will ever be welcome to me.
