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Of all my own fond heart can tell Of love's despair, and love's farewell— Its many miseries, its tears Like lava, not like dew,— its fears, That make hope painful,— then its trust, So often trampled in the dust; Neglected, blighted, and betrayed, A sorrow and a mockery made. Then change and adverse fortune, all That binds and keeps sweet Love in thrall. Oh, surely, surely, it were best To be just for one moment blest; Just gaze upon one worshipped eye, And know yourself beloved, and die! L. E. L.