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good bye to the muse.
On moments which thou hast made dear to my heart
With thy converse, thy song, and thy smile;
With thy converse, thy song, and thy smile;
For I bear not a heart, all relentless and stern,
Without once looking back which can sever,
And which scorns that the high-seated spirit should yearn
Over joys which are parting for ever;
Without once looking back which can sever,
And which scorns that the high-seated spirit should yearn
Over joys which are parting for ever;
I bear not a heart, which can sullenly say,
"Because I have found thee deceiving,
Past illusions, forgotten in truths of to-day,
Farewel! without thinking or grieving!"
"Because I have found thee deceiving,
Past illusions, forgotten in truths of to-day,
Farewel! without thinking or grieving!"
I have sigh'd o'er the rose which but blushes to fade,
O'er the shadow which darkens our views,
Over ev'ry frail beauty which bloom'd and decay'd,
And shall I not sigh for my Muse!
O'er the shadow which darkens our views,
Over ev'ry frail beauty which bloom'd and decay'd,
And shall I not sigh for my Muse!
