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HOURS OF IDLENESS.
2.
But now, like me, too well thou know'st[1]
What trifles oft the heart recall;
And those who once have loved the most
Too soon forget they lov'd at all.[2]
3.
And such the change the heart displays,
So frail is early friendship's reign,[3]
A month's brief lapse, perhaps a day's,
Will view thy mind estrang'd again.[4]
4.
If so, it never shall be mine
To mourn the loss of such a heart;
The fault was Nature's fault, not thine,
Which made thee fickle as thou art.
5.
As rolls the Ocean's changing tide,
So human feelings ebb and flow;
And who would in a breast confide
Where stormy passions ever glow?
