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Rh A shudder comes o'er me—

Why wert thou so dear?

They know not I knew thee,

Who knew thee too well:—

Long, long shall I rue thee,

Too deeply to tell.

4.

In secret we met—

In silence I grieve,

That thy heart could forget,

Thy spirit deceive.

If I should meet thee

After long years,

How should I greet thee?—

With silence and tears. [First published, Poems, 1816.]

[LOVE AND GOLD. ]

1.

talk of Love to thee,

Though thou art young and free and fair!