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POEMS.
Yet absence has proved to me kind,And my bosom once more is at rest;Healed up is the wound of my mind,And cold is the flame in my breast:But again when her beauties I view,I feel I again shall adore;My wound will burst open anew,And my flame burn as fierce as before.
Yet my danger in vain I perceive;Though I know to my ruin I run,I will not my reason believe,Which bids me the precipice shun:For if Amoret fastens my chains,I never shall wish to be free;And if she is pleased with my pains,Those pains shall be cherished by me!
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