Poems (Temple)/The Sailor—Song

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The SAILOR.———SONG. 
 Can I forget the look she gave,When Passion seal'd the parting token? Her lily hand she thrice did wave,But ne'er the faintest word was spoken.
 Can I forget that chasten'd smileWhich veil'd a heart o'ercharg'd with sorrow, Yet my wild anguish to beguile,E'en Joy's fair semblance try'd to borrow.
 Can I forget the trembling tearThat seem'd to say v;'e part for ever; And plainly told the hidden fearThat Fate the bands of Love would sever?
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 Oh! nectar'd lip! that once was mine,Sweet form that haunts my fev'rish slumbers; Dear face that mem'ry owns divine,E'en all the charms my fancy numbers!
 At length I view'd my native shore;How wildly then my gay heart bounded! I flew to meet my love once more;Her name thro' ev'ry grove resounded.
 Her name—alas! 'twas all remain'd,'Twas all the envious Fates had left me! No more by darkling woes detain'd,She fled—and oh! of peace bereft me.
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