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 Last night as I my weary head did pillow With thoughts of my dissever'd Fair engross'd, Chill Fancy droop'd wreathing herself with willow, As tho' my breast entomb'd a pining ghost. "From someblest couch, young Rapture's bridal boast, "Rejected ! hither wing thy way; "But leave me with the matin hour, at most! ", "My sad heart will expand, when I the Maid survey.

But, who heard the silence of my thought, Contriv'd a too successful wile, I ween: And whisper'd to himself, with malice fraught— "Too long our Slave the Damsel's smiles hath seen: "To-morrow shall he ken her alter'd mien!" He spake, and ambush'd lay, till on my bed The Morning shot her dewy glances keen, Errata