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" 'I'm weary of these watching hours,    That fret my life away; I do not love my favourite flowers;     I loathe the sunny day.

" 'Is not the heart a sacred thing?    Is it not Love that gives The shadow of an angel's wing,     Where'er its presence lives?

" 'I gave my heart, I thought, for thine—   Mine was the gift alone; Why have the false no outward sign     By which they may be known?

" 'Fair flower, that I have wept to see        Day after day arise; I little thought that thou wouldst be     Welcomed with tearful eyes!

" 'Why should there be divided truth?    Ah! why should one love on? I'm weary—weary of my youth,     Whose happiness is gone!'

" A light step makes her start the while,    She sees her sister stand Beside the gate, with eager smile,     A letter in her hand.

" Poor girl! she might have spared the blush    That with the letter came; She took the scroll—pale grew the flush,—     It did not bear his name!"