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Rh 6.

I deem'd that Time, I deem'd that Pride,

Had quench'd at length my boyish flame;

Nor knew, till seated by thy side,

My heart in all,—save hope,—the same.

7.

Yet was I calm: I knew the time

My breast would thrill before thy look;

But now to tremble were a crime—

We met,—and not a nerve was shook.

8.

I saw thee gaze upon my face,

Yet meet with no confusion there:

One only feeling couldst thou trace;

The sullen calmness of despair.

9.

Away! away! my early dream

Remembrance never must awake:

Oh! where is Lethe's fabled stream?

My foolish heart be still, or break. November 2, 1808. [First published, 1809.]