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Weep for the love that fate forbids; Yet loves, unhoping, on, Though every light that once illumed Its early path be gone.

Weep for the love that must resign The soul's enchanted dream, And float, like some neglected bark, Adown life's lonely stream!

Weep for the love that cannot change; Like some unholy spell, It hangs upon the life that loved So vainly and so well.

Weep for the weary heart condemned To one long, lonely sigh, Whose lot has been in this cold world, To dream, despair, and die!