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Above my head the cool green myrtles twining, Shelter the rose while blushing into bloom; There the pale jasmine like a star is shining, But faint, as languid with its own perfume.

I love them not—I dwell among them lonely; By other influence my soul is stirred: My heart hath only room for him—him only, For whose sake thou art loved, my gentle bird.

Too much I love him; 'tis a fatal error To live but in another's life, and be For ever vexed by one perpetual terror, Lest when apart his thoughts are not with me.

I tremble with my passionate emotion, If any careless lip but name his name; I worship him with such entire devotion, That all to me seem as they felt the same.

Alas! It is so natural to love him; I am so happy when I meet his eyes; What have I done that fate should now remove him, Who takes the sunshine from my native skies?

I think upon him when the stars are keeping Their weary watch above a world like ours; If sleep forgets him, I reproach my sleeping; Ah, only bring his shade, ye dreaming powers!