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They say there is a destiny in love: 'Twas so with. Some one had breathed The secret cause that turned her from the world; She had been loved although she knew it not, And vow and veil of the dark convent cell Were changed for bridal ones. Alas, the vanity of these warm feelings! A little while, and hers was happiness; But this low grave, where rests the broken heart, May tell how short it was. The heart which made A world itself of visionary hopes, Might never bear the chill realities, All that affection has to learn and brook When its first colouring is departed. Love, I can but liken thee to the red bloom Upon the apple,—making the outside bright, But reaching not the core! L. E. L.