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I have said, heart, be content! For Love's power o'er thee is spent. That I love not now, oh true!— I have bade such dreams adieu: Therefore deemest thou my heart Saw them tranquilly depart; That they past, nor left behind Wreck and ruin in my mind. Thou art in the summer hour Of first passion's early power; I am in the autumn day, Of its darkness, and decay. —Seems thine idol now to thee Even as a divinity? Such the faith that I too held; Not the less am I compell'd