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There was a time—a time of bliss,— When to have met his ' kiss, To but look in her deep blue eye, To breathe the air sweet with her sigh, Young would have urged his steed With the lightning of a lover's speed,— Ere she should have shed one single tear. He had courted danger, and smiled at fear; But he had parted in high disdain, And sword to dash from his heart the chain Of one, who he said was too light to be Holy and pure in her constancy. Alas, that woman, not content With her peculiar element Of gentle love, should ever try The meteor spells of vanity!