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Yes, now the longing is o'erpast, / Which, dogg'd by fear and fought by shame, / Shook her weak bosom day and night, / Consum'd her beauty like a flame, / And dimm'd it like the desert blast.
And though the curtains hide her face, / Yet were it lifted to the light / The sweet expression of her brow / Would charm the gazer, till his thought / Eras'd the ravages of time, / Fill'd up the hollow cheek, and brought / A freshness back as of her prime --