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I saw a youth beside me kneel; I heard my name in music steal; I felt my hand trembling in his;— Another moment, and his kiss Had burnt upon it; when, like thought So swift it past, my hand was thrown Away, as if in sudden pain. like a dream had flown! We did not meet again:—he seemed To shun each spot where I might be: And, it was said, another claimed The heart—more than the world to me! I loved him as young Genius loves, When its own wild and radiant heaven Of starry thought burns with the light, The love, the life, by passion given.