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In one who felt as once he felt / This might, perhaps, have fann'd the flame; / But now his heart no more will melt, / Because that heart is not the same.
As when the ebbing flames are low, / The aid which once improved their light, / And bade them burn with fiercer glow, / Now quenches all their blaze in night.
Thus has it been with passion's fires- / As many a boy and girl remembers / While every hope of love expires, / Extinguish'd with the dying embers.
The first, though not a spark survive, / Some careful hand may teach to barn; / The last, alas l can ne'er survive; / No touch can bid its warmth reform
Or, if it chance to wake again.
Not always doom ‘d its heat to smother, / It sheds (so wayward fates ordain) / Its former warmth around another.