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that I could cease To think, false Love, of thee— I would I could forget All thou hast been to me. Is it some fault of mine That has changed thine heart and eye? And have I sinned 'gainst love or thee? Oh, how unconsciously! If a fault, surely tears May wash the wrong away, As showers melt the clouds That darken summer's day. I would it were in me    That cause of change were found, Quickly it would be plucked Like a weed from the ground. But, alas! too well I know What has made thy love depart— 'Tis thine own inconstant mood, And thine own changeful heart. L. E. L.