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No! in his bosom lurked the sting—
He came, but she had flown to heaven.
He came, but she had flown to heaven.
He came too late—once, sweetly blest,
She reigned amid earth's radiant creatures;
No smiling nymph had e'er possest
A fairer form, or lovelier features.
Joy lit her eye's delighted beam,
Love dwelt in its impassioned glances,
Yet filled it with that heavenly gleam,
That sweetly awes while it entrances;
Yet, as the ring-dove mourns its mate,
She pined for him the faithless-hearted;
He came, but O! he came too late,
For she, the loved one, had departed.
She reigned amid earth's radiant creatures;
No smiling nymph had e'er possest
A fairer form, or lovelier features.
Joy lit her eye's delighted beam,
Love dwelt in its impassioned glances,
Yet filled it with that heavenly gleam,
That sweetly awes while it entrances;
Yet, as the ring-dove mourns its mate,
She pined for him the faithless-hearted;
He came, but O! he came too late,
For she, the loved one, had departed.
