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MELANCHOLY RECOLLECTIONS AND PRESAGES.
O Laura! when my tortured mind / The sad remembrance bears / Of that ill-omen'd day, / When, victim to a thousand doubts and fears, / I left my soul behind, / That soul that could not from its partner stray; / In nightly visions to my longing eyes / Thy form oft seems to rise, / As ever thou wert seen, / Fair like the rose, 'midst paling flowers the queen, / But loosely in the wind, / Unbraided wave the ringlets of thy hair, / That late with studious care, / I saw with pearls and flowery garlands twined: / On thy wan lip, no cheerful smile appears; / Thy beauteous face a tender sadness wears; / Placid in pain thou seem'st, serene in grief, / As conscious of thy fate, and hopeless of relief! / Cease, cease, presaging heart! O angels, deign / To hear my fervent prayer, that all my fears be vain!