THE QUEEN OF CYPRUS.
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And thus can proud ambition part
The kindliest ties around the heart!
And like the desert springs that dry
To dust beneath the parching sky,
All too soon waste the sweet revealing
Of youth's fresh flow of generous feeling.
Morn came, but with it tidings came,
Half timid joy, half crimson shame.
Oh! the rose is a tell-tale flower,
And watching looks were on the hour,
On the red blush, the drooping eye,
The queen wore as the prince pass'd by.
Policy read the thoughts within,
Ending where love could but begin.
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