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84 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.