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It is not for a thought of love, I bid thee think of me; The stars may leave their homes above, Ere that again may be!

But keep that thought, like one rich vein Of pure and golden ore, 'Mid all the false and heartless train Teach in their worldly lore,

To mind thee that there are such things, As truth and love on earth, When heartless sneers the scoffer flings, Upon their priceless worth.

Thou canst not be all worldly, while Such memories with thee dwell, Haunting thee with a midnight smile Of former love—Farewell!