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86 "His Eye with Pleasure on my Face he keeps, "He Smiles my Smiles, and when I Weep he Weeps. "When e'er I Speak, his moving Lips appear "To utter something which I cannot hear. "Ah wretched me! I now begin too late "To find out all the long-perplex'd Deceit; "It is my self I love, my self I see; "The gay Delusion is a Part of me. "I kindle up the Fires by which I burn, "And my own Beauties from the Well return. "Whom should I Court? how utter my Complaint? "Enjoyment but produces my Restraint, "And too much Plenty makes me die for Want. "How gladly would I from my self remove! "And at a distance set the Thing I love. "My Breast is warm'd with such unusual Fire, "I wish him absent whom I most desire. "And now I faint with Grief; my Fate draws nigh; "In all the Pride of blooming Youth I die. "Death will the Sorrows of my Heart relieve. "Oh might the Visionary Youth survive, "I should with Joy my latest Breath resign! "But oh! I see his Fate involv'd in mine. This said the weeping Youth again return'd To the clear Fountain, where again he burn'd; His Tears defac'd the Surface of the Well, With Circle after Circle, as they fell: And now the lovely Face but half appears, O'er-run with Wrinkles, and deform'd with Tears. "Ah whither, cries Narcissus, dost thou fly? "Let me still feed the Flame by which I die; "Let me still see, tho' I'm no further blest. Then rends his Garment off, and beats his Breast: His naked Bosom redden'd with the Blow, In such a Blush as purple Clusters show, E're