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POEMS.
How oft in the dream of the nightHave I doated on Amoret's charms!How oft at return of the lightHave I wished she were clasped in my arms!How I grieved that it was but a dream,And vainly looked round for relief!The grief which I felt was extreme,And my folly was great as my grief:
For though I could never persuadeMy heart, that She e'er would be mine,Though I knew to be loved by a MaidIn mind and in form thus divine,Was bliss so peculiar, so high,That it never could fall to my lot,Yet I loved her, and never thought why,And hoped, though I dared not say what!
I sighed for that bliss night and day,Which I feared I should never obtain;I mourned that the Maid was away,Though I thought we should ne'er meet again.My folly in vain I discerned,In vain to forget her I strove,For Nature, where-ever I turned,Still bade me remember my love!
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