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'Tis sad, on youthful Guido's face, The stamp of woes like these to trace. Oh! where can ruins awe mankind, Dark as the ruins of the mind?

His mien is lofty, but his gaze Too well a wandering soul betrays: His full dark eye at times is bright With strange and momentary light, Whose quick uncertain flashes throw O'er his pale cheek a hectic glow: And oft his features and his air A shade of troubled mystery wear, A glance of hurried wildness, fraught With some unfathomable thought. Whate'er that thought, still, unexpress'd, Dwells the sad secret in his breast; The pride his haughty brow reveals, All other passion well conceals. He breathes each wounded feeling's tone, In music's eloquence alone; His soul's deep voice is only pour'd Through his full song and swelling chord.