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Rh 2.

Who blames it but the envious fool,

The old and disappointed maid?

Or pupil of the prudish school,

In single sorrow doom'd to fade?

3.

Then read, dear Girl! with feeling read,

For thou wilt ne'er be one of those;

To thee, in vain, I shall not plead

In pity for the Poet's woes.

4.

He was, in sooth, a genuine Bard;

His was no faint, fictitious flame:

Like his, may Love be thy reward,

But not thy hapless fate the same.

TO M. S. G.

1.

When I dream that you love me, you'll surely forgive;

Extend not your anger to sleep;

For in visions alone your affection can live,—

I rise, and it leaves me to weep.