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"A fair young face—yet mournful in its youth— Brooding above sad thoughts."

is the last token of love and of thee! Thy once faith is broken, thou false one to me. I think on the letters with which I must part; Too dear are the fetters which wind round my heart.

Thy words were enchanted—and ruled me at will; My spirit is haunted, remembering them still. So earnest, so tender—the full heart was there; Ah! song might surrender its lute in despair.

I deemed that I knew thee as none ever knew; That 'twas mine to subdue thee, and thine to be true. I deemed to my keeping thy memory had brought The depths that were sleeping of innermost thought.