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The cheek whereon my look had raised A blush's crimson dyes, I marvell'd, love, this heart of mine Had worshipp'd at another shrine.

I will think of thee when the star, That lit our own fair river, Shines in the blue sky from afar, As beautiful as ever; That twilight star, sweet love, shall be A sign and seal with thee and me!