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Give me but Something whereunto I may bind my heart; Something to love, to rest upon, to clasp Affection's tendrils round.

thou wear the gift of immortal bloom? Wouldst thou smile in scorn at the shadowy tomb? Drink of this cup! it is richly fraught With balm from the gardens of genii brought; Drink, and the spoiler shall pass thee by, When the young all scattered like rose-leaves lie.

And would not the youth of my soul be gone, If the lov'd had left me, one by one? Take back the cup that may never bless, The gift that would make me brotherless! How should I live, with no kindred eye To reflect mine immortality?