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RECOLLECTIONS OF LOVE.
That window where my sun is often seen / Refulgent, and the world's at morning's hours; / And that, where Boreas blows, when winter lowers, / And the short days reveal a clouded scene; / That bench of stone where, with a pensive mien, / My Laura sits, forgetting beauty's powers; / Haunts where her shadow strikes the walls or flowers, / And her feet press the paths or herbage green: / The place where Love assail'd me with success; / And spring, the fatal time that, first observed, / Revives the keen remembrance every year; / With looks and words, that o'er me have preserved / A power no length of time can render less, / Call to my eyes the sadly-soothing tear.