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Rh Amidst a bank of clouds, the moon A sad and troubled glimmer shed; The wind its chilly wings unclosed, And whistled wildly round my head. Night framed a thousand phantoms dire, Yet did I never droop nor start; Within my veins what living fire! What quenchless glow within my heart!

We met; and from thy glance a tide Of stifling joy flowed into me: My heart was wholly by thy side, My every breath was breathed for thee. A blush was there, as if thy cheek The gentlest hues of spring had caught, And smiles so kind for me!—Great powers! I hoped, yet I deserved them not!

But morning came to end my bliss; A long, a sad farewell we took; What joy—what rapture in thy kiss, What depth of anguish in thy look! I left thee, sweet! but after me, Thine eyes through tears looked from above; Yet to be loved—what ecstasy! What ecstasy, ye gods, to love!

 NEW LOVE, NEW LIFE.

my heart! what means this feeling? What oppresseth thee so sore? What strange life is o'er me stealing! I acknowledge thee no more, 