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Rh Sylvia, in this sad moment's pause,

O! what a mournful crowd

Of thoughts around thy lover close,

To assault him and overcloud!

The sweet requital in return

Thou givest my love I know;

And kind remembrances discern

All thy affections show;

Whilst here each proof assures me well

That naught thy heart can move;

But in my absence, who can tell

If thou wilt faithful prove?

For those divine attractions whence

Now all my joys arise,

Perhaps may fate the cause dispense

Of all my miseries;

And whilst I absent and forlorn

My pledges lost deplore,

Some rival gains of me in scorn

The enchantments I adore!

But no, my bliss, my glory! ne'er

Were given the winds in vain

Those vows, which envied me to share

The universe my gain.