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first an hour of mournful musing,

And then a gush of bitter tears;

And then a dreary calm diffusing

Its deadly mist o'er joys and cares.

And then a throb and then a lightening,

And then a wakening from above;

And then a star in heaven brightening

The star, the glorious star of love.

Wind, sink to rest in the heather,

Thy wild voice suits not me;

I would have dreary weather,

But all devoid of thee.

Sun set from that evening heaven,

Thy glad smile wins not mine;

If light at all is given,

O give me Cynthia's shine!

Long neglect has worn away

Half the sweet, the haunting smile;

Time has turned the bloom to grey,

Mould and damp the face defile.