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, no! thou hast broken the spell that entwin'd me— The heart thou hast slighted, beats for thee no more; Once, fondly and truly this bosom inshrin'd thee; But now that vain dream of a moment is o'er.

I lov'd thee with all young love's wild devotion, While thou wert as fickle as yon changing sea; But think not, returning, like calm to that ocean, The wanderer will ever be welcome to me.