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134 Thy ruby lips a moment brief

Thou opest, and sorrow seals!

How fair the very show of grief

Itself in thee reveals!

Insensate! how I wildly thought

My bitter griefs would gain

Some ease, if thou wert also taught

A portion of my pain!

Pardon the error that deceived,

O, Sylvia! I implore;

Me more thy sorrow now has grieved,

Than thy disdain before.

My bliss! I pray no more to swerve!

Calm those heart-breaking pains:

Thy grief to have, does not deserve

All that the world contains.

May all life's hours, in calm serene,

Be ever pass'd by thee;

And all that darker intervene

Reserved alone for me!

For me, whose lonely wretched doom

By heaven has been decreed.

To bear fate's cruelty and gloom,

Wherever it may lead.