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HOU gentle, that didst my soul beguile, Why hast thou left me? Still in some fond dream Revisit my sad heart, auspicious ! As falls on closing flowers the lunar beam: What time, in sickly mood, at parting day I lay me down and think of happier years; Of Joys, that glimmer'd in Hope's twilight ray, Then left me darkling in a vale of tears. O pleasant days of Hope—for ever gone! Could I recall you!—But that thought is vain. Availeth not Persuasion's sweetest tone To lure the fleet-wing'd Travellers back again: Yet fair, tho' faint, their images shall gleam Like the bright Rainbow on a willowy stream.