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The kiss, dear maid! thy lip has left / Shall never part from mine, / Till happier hours restore the gift / Untainted back to thine.
Thy parting glance, which fondly beams, / An equal love may see: / The tear that from thing eyelid streams / Can weep no change in me.
I ask no pledge to make me blest / In gazing when alone; / Nor one memorial for a breast, / Whose thoughts are all thine own.
Nor need I write to tell the tale / My pen were doubly weak: / Oh! what can idle words avail, / Unless the heart could speak?
By day or night, in weal or woe, / That heart, no longer free, / Must bear the love it cannot show, / And silent ache for thee.
March 1811.