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Thou fragile flower! if thou hast brought His image, too beloved! to me; It is because I link his thought With every object that I see! I watch the morning’s rosy light Redden amid the dewy air; I watch the silent stars at night; But only meet his image there.

Yet he is false! he loves me not! He leaves me lone and wretched here; Ye Heavens! how can they be forgot,— Vows that he called on ye to hear? And yet, I never asked a vow; Doubts, fears, were utterly unknown; The faith that is so worthless now, I then believed in by my own.

I read his heart by mine! and deemed Its truth was clear, its choice was made; The happiness I only dreamed, How bitterly has it been paid! Breathe, ye soft flowers, my long despair! But tell him, now, return is vain; My heart has had too much to bear, Ever to be his own again.