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And days fled by, A cloud came o'er my destiny, The dream of passion soon was past, A summer's day may never last— Yes, every feeling then knew change, One only hope was left—revenge! He wedded with another—tears Are very vain, and as for fears I know them not—I deeply swore No lip should sigh where mine before Had sealed its vow, no heart should rest Upon the bosom mine had prest. Life had no ill I would not brave To claim him, even in the grave!

is the form that in yon orange bower, Like a lone spirit, bends beside the lamp,