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138 Let us time's tyranny defy,

And distance, constant thus

Remaining in that changeless tie,

That then united us.

When rises first the beamy sun,

When sets his beauteous ray,

When moon and stars their courses run,

On thee my thoughts will stay.

From that enchanting form my heart

No moment will be free;

And traitress thou, when I depart

Wilt ne'er ev'n think of me!

At lonely hours across my thought

Gulf'd in the ocean vast,

The scenes to memory will be brought

With thee I saw and pass'd.

Then will my sorrows make me feel

My lot more dark to be,

And thou more cruel than the steel

Wilt ne'er ev'n think of me!

"There first her matchless form I saw;

There first my faith I swore;

And from her flattering lips could draw

The happy 'Yes' they, wore!"