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54 The wild glow of that not ungentle zeal,

Which of the Heirs of Immortality

Is proud, and makes the breath of Glory real! Diodati, July, 1816. [First published, Prisoner of Chillon, etc., 1816.]

STANZAS TO AUGUSTA.

I. the day of my Destiny's over,

And the star of my Fate hath declined,

Thy soft heart refused to discover

The faults which so many could find;

Though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted,

It shrunk not to share it with me,

And the Love which my Spurit hath painted

It never hath found but in Thee.

II.

Then when Nature around me is smiling,

The last smile which answers to mine,

I do not believe it beguiling,

Because it reminds me of thine;