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 LYRICAL PIECES. 255 And thou, who once could'st love, but now Art dead--ah, worse than dead to me ! One hour shall from thy thoughts efface That I have been, or ceased to be. These eyes meet thine, but read no more The answer, they were wont to give, And time' has shewn them skil!'d to wound,. � As once too practised to deceive. Ah, if my death could wring one tear From that chang heart and alter'd eye, How gladly could ITay me down, And die, and think it bliss to die ! But no ! Love's once-extinguish'd fires Can ne'er their former warm regain; As embers mouldering into dus, Can never--never burn again. ......... Google

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