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Farewell to thee, that bliss farewell,
With thy fair form my fancy wove;
No more to meads and flowers I tell
In murmuring strains my ardent love.

Yet if thy image still could float
Before my fancy's raptured sight
Apart from his, I still could dote
On that dear form, so fair, so bright.

To thee I ne'er have breath'd my soul;
My passion ne'er to thee could tell;
So strong the tie, such firm control
Had bound me in thy beauty's spell.

  
By looks alone our hearts communed.
Oh! when did lips such language know?
By these I read a heart attuned
To mine, beneath thy bosom's snow.

Yet can't I bear that racking thought
That bosom by another pressed —
With anguish wild the image fraught,
By thy embrace another blessed

Farewell to thee! that bliss farewell,
With thy fair form my fancy wove;
No more to meads and flowers I tell
In murmuring tones my ardent love.