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Save that I loved the sweet starlight, The soft, the happy sleep of night!

Time has changed since, and I have wept The day away; and when I slept, My sleeping eyes ceased not their tears; And jealousies, griefs, hopes, and fears Even in slumber held their reign, And gnawed my heart, and racked my brain! Oh much,—most withering 'tis to feel The hours like guilty creatures steal, To wish the weary day was past, And yet to have no hope at last! All's in that curse, aught else above That fell on me—betrayed love!