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366 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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"And when beside me in the dale
He caroled lays of love, His breath lent fragrance to the gale
And music to the grove.
" The blossom opening to the day, The dews of heaven refined,
Could naught of purity display To emulate his mind.
" The dew, the blossoms of the tree, With charms inconstant shine;
Their charms were his, but, woe to me ! Their constancy was mine.
"For still I_tried each fickle art,
Importunate and vain; And while his passion touched my heart,
I triumphed in his pain ;
"Till, quite dejected with my scorn,
He left me to my pride; And sought a solitude forlorn,
In secret, where he died.
" But mine the sorrow, mine the fault, And well my life shall pay;
I'll seek the solitude he sought, And stretch me where he lay.
"And there forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die;
'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I." |
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