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If thou hast loosed a bird, Whose voice of song could cheer thee, Still, still he may be won From the skies to warble near thee: But if upon the troubled sea Thou hast thrown a gem unheeded, Hope not that wind or wave will bring The treasure back when needed.

If thou hast bruised a vine, The summer's breath is healing, And its clusters yet may glow, Through the leaves their bloom revealing: But if thou hast a cup o'erthrown With a bright draught filled—oh! never Shall earth give back that lavished wealth To cool thy parched lip's fever!