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1 Literary Gazette, 22nd January, 1825, Page 59

ORIGINAL POETRY. VALEDICTORY STANZAS.

Thy voice is yet upon mine ear, I cannot lose the tone, Altho' I know what vanity Has made my heart its own; For well I know I cannot be All thou hast made thyself to me.

I flung me on my couch, to sleep, But there no slumber came: I caught a sound, then blush'd to think l nam’d aloud thy name: How could I let one breath of air The secret of my heart declare!

That is the only blush, whose red Has lit my cheek for thee; And even that blush had not burnt, Had there been one to see. Oh, never might my spirit brook Another on its depths to look!

I hear thee nam'd by those who keep Thy image in their heart; I envy them, that they may say How very dear thou art. And yet, methinks, Love may not be Kept better than in secresy.

I blush not when I hear thy name; I sigh not for thy sake; And tho' my heart may break, yet still It shall in silence break. I have, at least, enough of pride, If not to heal, mу wound to hide.

'Т is strange, how in things most remote Love will some likeness find; It is as an electric chain Were flung upon the mind— Making each pulse in unison, Till they but thrill and throb as one.