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208 And thou—oh, thou! I sometimes fear
 * Wilt learn that song of Fate,

That links with every happy note
 * One sad and desolate;

For through the starlight of thine eyes
 * I see the world it hides—

That by the fountains of its song
 * A wild, wild spirit bides.

From where thou shinest in thy pride,
 * I sadly sit apart,

And gather up thy smiles to glad
 * My twilight gloom of heart.

I can not take from thee my eyes,
 * These sad prophetic eyes,

O'er which I often wish the lids
 * Might never, never rise.

I see thy glorious lip of red,
 * Thy lip of love and pride,

And in its quiver read the thought
 * Thy words perchance would hide;

I mark the eloquence of thy brow,
 * The changing of thy face;

In the soft wreathing of thine arms
 * I read thy spirit's grace.

O rare, pure, radiant poetess!
 * Thy spell of life is love!

May he who winds it with his own
 * Be watched by eyes above.

My thought of thee, oh! sweet young girl,
 * With such deep care is fraught,

That words would surely turn to tears
 * In mockery of that thought.