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Literary Gazette, 29th June, 1822, Page 410

SONGS. 1. Ah, look upon those withered flowers,
 * And look upon that broken lute!

Why are those roses scentless, dead?
 * Why are those gentle chords so mute?

A sunbeam pass'd and kissed those flowers,
 * Waked the young bloom, the incense sigh;

But darkling clouds came o'er that ray,
 * The rose was left to droop, to die!

A wind breathed by and waked the lyre,
 * Oh never had it such a sound;

But soon the gale too rudely swept—
 * The lute lay broken on the ground!

These things are emblems of my heart;
 * And what has been thine influence there?

You taught me first love's happiness,
 * How could you teach me love's despair!