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The trees as they streamed in the air,The Rose where the Bee loved to sip,Showed the waving of Amoret's hair,Showed the coral of Amoret's Lip:And when the bright Sky or blue SeaOthers viewed with delight and surprize,No thought was suggested to meBut the colour of Amoret's eyes!
Ah! me! with what tender delightDid my doating eyes dwell on each face,In whose features my love-quickened sightCould find of her beauties a trace!To all, whom I saw her prefer,Good-will did my bosom extend;And they, who spoke kindly of her,In me were secure of a Friend.
At the moment She first met my view,I felt 'twas my fate to adore;With each moment that over me flew,I felt that I loved her the more:And when I was forced to depart,My feelings no language can tell:I bade her adieu in my heart,But my lips could not murmur—"Farewell!"—
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