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I look'd towards the clear blue sky, I saw the gem-like stream run by; How did I wish that, like these, fate Had made the heart inanimate. Oh! why should spring for others be, When there can come no spring to thee.

Again, again, I rush'd away; Madness was on an instant's stay! And since that moment, near and far, In rest, in toil, in peace, in war, I've wander'd on without an aim In all, save lapse of years the same. Where was the star to rise and shine Upon a night so dark as mine?— My life was as a frozen stream, Which shares but feels not the sun-beam,