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distress and pleasure

Fond affection cannot be!

Wretched hearts in vain would treasure

Friendship's joys when others flee.

Well I know thine eye would never

Smile when mine grieved willingly;

Yet I know thine eye for ever

Could not weep in sympathy.

Let us part; the time is over

When I thought and felt like thee;

I will be an ocean rover,

I will sail the desert sea.

Isles there are beyond its billow,

Lands where woe may wander free;

And beloved, thy midnight pillow

Will be soft unwatched by me.

Not on each returning morrow,

When thy heart bounds ardently,

Needst thou then dissemble sorrow,

Marking my despondency.