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244 That fair form sink upon my breast ; No more of that ! Alas, I never guessed Whither my fate was leading me. The angry gods some victim craved, I fear, At that ill-omened time, Since they have punished me as for a crime. For trying to be happy here !

A vision of remembered joy Reveals itself to thee once more ; Why f earest thou to live it o'er. Retracing it without annoy ? Wouldst thou coimde the truth to me, And yet those golden days disprove ? If fate has been unkind to thee, Do thou no less, my friend, than she. And smile upon thine early love. Rather I dare to smile upon my woe. Muse, I have said it, I would fain review My crosses, visions, frenzy, — calmly show The hour, place, circumstance, in order due. 'T was an autumnal evening, I recall. Chill, gloomy ; this one brings it back again. The murmuring wind's monotonous rise and fall Lulled sombre care within my weary brain. I waited at the casement for my love. And listening in the darkness black as death.