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, treasure only gods may keep, Fleeting from me forever now! I cannot, when I wish to, weep, And often cry I know not how

My heart's celestial histories, So countless were, could not be told.— She was a tender child, in this World of affliction manifold.

She seemed a dawn of pure delight; She smiled as the flow'rs after rain; Her stresses were like to the night Fashioned of darknesses and pain.

I was timid and childlike shy. I could not but have been this way: She, to my love chaste as the sky, Was Herodias and Salomé

Youth, treasure only gods may keep, Fleeting from me forever now! I cannot, when I wish to, weep, And often cry I know not how 39]