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And you took my young heart, And what did you grave there, But a deep and deadly lesson, Its first and last despair. I am but young in life, But I have lived thro' years Of heart burning and sorrow, Of silence and of tears: But I am too proud to pine, And my tears shall be as streams Cave-locked beneath the earth, Of whose flowing no one dreams. I have taught myself to feign Smiles, till those smiles are now A second nature to my lip, A second to my brow. And when I hear of love, I will spurn and scorn the name, Nor ever own I weep; my heart Is ashes, but not flame. Aye! it is pride to think How much the spirit feels Of agony, and yet How little it reveals. Oh, mockery! I would give worlds, If I could dream again The dreams, which even in my sleep I now know are so vain. But never can I feel Again as I have done; And, alas! the waste of life, When love is wholly gone.L. E. L.