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AN INVOCATION.
"Thou hast all too much unrest,
Haunted by vain hopes and fears;
Though thy cheek with smiles he drest,
Yet that cheek is wet with tears."—L. E. L.

Bind me not, gentle spirit!
With thy silken cords so soft;
All thy charms are but illusions,
For thou hast deceived so oft!

Once I bowed with adoration
At a fair and gentle shrine,—
Loved with wild impassioned fondness,
Dreaming not of shame or crime.